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He chuckled, "Yeah, I started getting into trouble in my senior year and a few days before prom, I got into a fight, as a disciplinary action, I was ordered not to come to prom, and quite frankly, I had better things to do."
I narrowed my eyes at me, "I seriously doubt that, you were probably in your room throwing a tennis ball at the wall like they show in those prison movies."
He laughed, the sound was like music to my ears and for some reason it always made my chest tight.
We continued eating in silence while I mulled over what he said, something didn't seem to add up, he just began to get in trouble his senior year??
"What about the first three years?" I asked.
He raised a brow, "What do
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