“Oh,” I muttered. “No milk.”I went to reach for some orange juice instead, but a carton of milk suddenly appeared in front of me. I looked up at the person handing it to me, and saw one of the cafeteria workers smiling at me.“Here you go. Last one.”“Thank you,” I said, smiling at her before checking out and meeting Mia at our usual table.“So,” I said as we began tucking into our breakfast, “you and Zane, huh?”My friend’s face flushed a deeper shade of crimson than even the paint on my locker. “Keep it down!” she warned, waving her hands. “But… Yes. I like him, okay?”“What’s to like?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.“He’s nice to me. Not a lot of people are, and…” She shrugged one petite shoulder. “I think he’s a better guy than he comes across.”“He’s a playboy,” I pointed out, although even as I said it, I wasn’t so sure anymore. The guy had asked me to be his mate. That was on par with a marriage proposal. Not exactly the kind of thing that someone who just wanted to
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