Chapter 9 A WELL-DESERVED HAIRCUT.

XAVIER.

Nobody talks to me like that.

I let the voice finish ringing off the lockers before I turned, because I already knew it wasn't a voice I was supposed to be hearing.

Of course it was her.

Five-two, if she stood on her toes. Backpack hanging off one shoulder, a pen cap stuck in her messy bun, ...

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