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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Penulis: Benny D dreamer
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-06 23:57:33

CALEB

The hallway in Ray street A is quiet when we get there, Vanya insists on coming inside the dorm room with me.

“What for?” I ask, with my hand lingering on the doorknob.

“I told you before I like you. I want to get to know you.” She shrugs, like it’s no big deal.

I don’t know what she see on my face, hopefully not the anxiety I’m feeling, but she quickly adds “as a friend Caleb, a friend.”

Which doesn’t help.

“I don’t need anymore friends.”

“Sure. Your best friend “Tyler” is more than enough for you.” She rolls her eyes, and I mirror the gesture, which makes her laugh.

I turn the doorknob and the door creaks open, I motion for her to lead the way, which she does.

She inhales deeply “Mmmm. it smells so good in here!”

It smells like a fucking laundromat. It’s the goddamn air freshener Luke uses.

“I like what you’ve done with your side of the room.” She continues, looking around like she’s making an assessment.

What I’ve done with my side? I haven’t done anything. Th
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