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im. "It's not like you've ever stopped making out with random girls. Why should I be any different?" Jax cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Whatever. You shouldn't be messing around with some random guy. You don't even know what he's capable of." "What I do is none of your business, Jax," I sai
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actually *got* me. "Valentina," Brielle called out in a sing-song voice, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah?" I replied. "Never mind," she muttered, waving me off. *Okay, weird.* My phone buzzed, and I glanced down to see a text from Reynolds. **Reynolds:** Hey baby sis, the guys are coming over after school. Just a heads-up. ;) **Me:** Okay. And stop calling me baby sis. I'm not a baby, and you're only one minute older. **Reynolds:** Whatever you say, baby sis. ;) I groaned internally but couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. --- ### **Heartbreak** Later that evening, I heard the front door open and t
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k that said he didn't believe me. "Girl problems?" he guessed. "Something like that," I muttered. "Well, there's pizza and ice cream downstairs if you want," he offered. I lifted my head, my tear-streaked face probably looking like a mess. Reynolds grimaced b
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