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Chapter 28. |Grades and Gropes|
Day 21.
I felt sweat, hot and sticky matte to my shirt and let out and yet another groan, switching the heavy tote bag from one hand to the other, not that it eased the pain in my shoulder.
"Blake, I think I'm about to die." I called out to the curly haired boy that was currently walking next to me, bag causally slung over his shoulder and eyes set ahead in concentration.
He looked down, with a small frown before talking. "You're not dying, you've just been walking for about twenty five minutes, weirdo." He scoffed, with an eye roll. "Besides, we're almost there."
After school today, Blake had asked me if I wanted to hang out at his place before we headed over to work. I had agreed instantly, I had ten days, just ten fucking days to get this guy. Anything he wanted was cool with me.
"We all can't rock walking in the hot Texas sun." I was being overly dramatic but truth be told, I was actually very t
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