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MONICABefore I could even think of a comeback, the door opened and Zoey strutted in like she was auditioning for a movie. Emily, Ava, and Olivia immediately got up from their seats and trailed behind her, giggling and whispering loud enough for everyone to hear.I kept my eyes forward, refusing to give them attention, but I could feel Zoey’s glare burning holes through me.She leaned against my desk, her voice all fake sweetness. “Well, if it isn’t the school's most infamous charity case.”Emily laughed. “She must have some kind of magic. I mean, *two cousins?*” Ava tilted her head. “Maybe she gives extra credit.” “Scram.” that one word from Gabriel had them turning their heads towards him, completely forgetting about my existence. Zoey turned to him, smiling like she didn’t hear him right. “Excuse me?”“I said scram,” he repeated, his tone cold enough to freeze her. It was the first time Gabriel had ever spoken coldly to... anyone. I wasn't used to him being this dark. “You can’t t

MONICA I turned on my heel and walked faster, ignoring the looks we were getting. I could feel Gabriel’s eyes on me from across the hall, and that only made it worse. By the time I got out of school, my head was pounding again. I checked my phone to find no new messages from Dad. The last test from dad was him rudely grounding me for being rude and disappearing last night. The only texts I could find were just Damian’s unread texts stacking up like guilt I didn’t ask for. I took the bus to the other side of town, where the buildings were smaller, older, and smelled like bread and burnt coffee. I stopped outside a small café with a crooked sign that read The Bean Den. The windows were fogged up, and inside I could see warm lights and people laughing over lattes. I pushed the door open, and a little bell jingled. The woman at the counter looked up. She had short brown hair, a messy apron, and the kind of tired eyes that said she’d seen too many teenagers in need of jobs. “Hi,” I sa

MONICAHe hesitated, then said, “Wait, Monica, just—just let me talk to you.”“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said, arms folded tight so he wouldn’t see my hands shaking. “Yes, there is. I—look, I want to apologize.”I laughed. It came out dry and bitter like my feelings for him. “Then apologize by leaving. And staying as far away from me as possible.”He flinched like I’d slapped him. “Monica—”“No.” I took a step back. “You got everything you wanted from me already. The sex, your little ego boost, your bet. What more could you possibly want?” “You think that’s all it was?”“Don’t.”“I’m serious,” he said quickly. “I shouldn’t have done what I did, or said all that crap. Because I lied, okay?”He ran a hand through his hair, looking everywhere but me. “Yeah. You mean everything to me. You always did. I just—screwed up. I didn’t know how to deal with it and I pushed you away and said all that shit, but I didn’t mean any of it.”“Sure.” I scoffed.“I know you still feel it too. Wha

DAMIANShe stiffened immediately, like she wanted to run or disappear or sink into the tiles, and I felt my stomach flip in this horrible way.Landon nudged me hard and whistled low. “Guess princess fell off her throne.”I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt, “Shut up.”Dominic leaned back dramatically, “Nah this is crazy. Monica, babe, this is wild. You were like, the hottest gossip of the year and now you’re serving coffee? Just how much could life actually humble a person, huh?”“Cut it out,” I snapped, louder than I meant to. And she stood there staring at me like I was poison. The guys started being rude again and I couldn't control myself. I stood up so fast my chair screeched against the floor. “That’s enough.”Landon smirked. “Relax, dude, we’re just talking. I mean look at her.”“Yeah?” I stepped closer to him. “Then talk less.”Dominic chuckled. “Come on, bro, we’re just messing around. You don’t have to play hero now. I'm sure she had a lotta that while she was moaning on your