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Eric showed up an hour late, yawning and laughing about his late night, so Jaime set him on pumpkin prep duty. Pumpkin prep was the worst, mostly because it involved shaving off the hard rind and then scooping out the mound of squishy pumpkin guts and seeds. But people loved pumpkin-everything around here, and Jaime liked to use it on the fall menu. “Why don’t we just get the canned stuff,” Eric muttered, shaking his hand of pumpkin guts and making a disgusted noise. “Because canned is never as good as fresh. Stop bitching and get to work, or you’ll be doing that for the rest of the week.”

That was one of our abilities. Pumpkin. He was the only one calling me by that name. For a moment, I noted the tremendous change in Ivik’s facade. Before, he was a sweet guy; a boy next door type that captured my innocent heart without an effort. But now, he carried a darkness in his eyes that I had never seen before. It was as if something had taken hold of him, transforming him into a completely different person. The innocence that once drew me to him now seemed like a distant memory, replaced by an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"That's true. Pumpkin pies these days come in all sorts of fancy flavors, but nothing beats the simple ones of the past." "Totally! I love old-fashioned pumpkin pies." "Hey, Vance!" Someone spotted him. "Come on in! You are late, buddy." The person beside Rebecca quickly vacated the seat. She was already tipsy, Vance's figure doubling in her hazy sight. As he approached, she instinctively tugged at her classmate's sleeve, but her grip missed. Vance settled firmly beside her. Right then, a guy named Obadiah Mendez lined up three glasses in front of him. "You are late, Vance. The penalty is three shots to start!"