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have walked out. But I didn't. I just sat there, in the worn leather ch
grade in his Econ class was slipping. This was different. The door was shut, the noise from the h
he said. His voice was low. He slid a
hake or a backroom deal. Not a fav
oked
. She wasn't just pretty. She was the kind of pretty that made you stare. My eyes stuc
ed into my head bef
he needed a
It felt tight. "I don't think I get
s. You know what happens after
r has decided to join the team as a photographer this semester
ay was, This is crazy. But I bit the words back. I nee
s spent her entire life in classrooms and libraries. She does not underst
it was. Th
me to ba
d a sister. If you saw your sister at a party with a bunc
er to have fun and make good choices," I sai
ce got colder. He d
the desk. "Five hundred dollars. Every week. Cash. And that recommend
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d it like I needed air. It was my ticket out. My scholarship got
do was spy on
"I trust you, Ray Collins. And I e
me. "Coach, I don't cha
p it that way," he
"She starts Monday. First t
s the desk. It wasn't sealed. I could
brain could stop it. I p
and toward the door. "This stays between us.
s,
y hand. I opened the door and stepped back into th
ainst the wall. Liam and Derek, two of our
sked, a grin spreading across his f
, the easy, cocky one I wore like my jersey. "Nah. Just stroking my eg
r. "Yeah, right. Your head's gonna
d heard was coming to our next game. The conversa
ghing at the right times, all I could feel was
ture, handed to me by a man
he laughing eyes and the swinging hair... she
ed dollars and a piece of paper. A

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