The message was from Matt. Hey, dude. What's your plan for your scholarship girl and her friend at the party tomorrow? What was this supposed to mean? I stared at the notification in wonder. Asher walked over to my corner, still on the call. I guessed he was about to say something, but he stopped when he noticed I had seen the message. He hung up immediately. “Uh… listen, I was going to tell you something,” he began, sitting beside me. “Yeah, about how you guys planned to ruin my life at the party tomorrow. Thanks,” I blurted. "It's not what you think, okay? I swear, it's all for show.” I scoffed, looking away. “Forget it. I won't be there anyway. I'm returning to Minnesota." "Your uncle wouldn't agree, you know.” "That's not in your place to say,” I snapped, rising to my feet. “Besides, now that I think about it, there’s no point staying here anymore, surrounded by people who are ready to tear you apart like wild animals. Being around chameleons isn’t fun either.
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