Solange I grabbed my backpack and shoved the door open harder than I needed to, the three of them right on my heels still trading half-assed insults about who was gonna rat who out first if the tattoos peeked out during class. “Look,” I said, yanking my sleeve down over the stupid flower on my forearm for the tenth time, “we literally just pinky-swore like five minutes ago that we’re turning over a new leaf, being the guys everyone looks up to, no more screw-ups, so can we at least pretend we’re not walking disasters for one single morning?” Jaxon snorted so loud it echoed down the hallway, slinging his arm around my shoulders like we were best buds in some corny movie. “Pretend? Bro I am the leaf. I am the shiny new leaf. Watch me not spill coffee on the dean, watch me not start a food fight at lunch, watch me….” “Shut up,” Ryker cut in from behind, voice still grumpy as hell from the sword thing, his good arm flexing like he was one wrong word away from punching the wall. “You’re
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