Love Sick
. Just your usual morning in Ravens High. "Stephanie!" A voice called out, the name coming out as more of a sigh of relief. Sure enough, a figure whose identity I'd rather not talk about, was taking fast strides towards us. Ugh, fine, it was Bryce. And now, he was standing in front of Stephanie, with his face slightly creased in what I presumed to be worry. "You weren't answering my calls or texts. The girls tried reaching you as well, but you weren't responding. Are you okay? What happened?" Did the basketball team provide breath control training? How could he say all that so fast and not be panting for air like a donkey? 'Maybe because he's not you,' my subconscious offered. That m
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