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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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" he said, nodding. "Why were you crying earlier?" I froze, my heart skipping a beat. "I wasn't crying," I lied, looking away. "Val, your eyes were all puffy, and your nose was red," he said, his tone serious. "Wow, I must've looked amazing," I muttered sarcastically. "Val," he said, his voice softening. "I'm on my period," I said, shrugging. "Happy?" Jax turned bright red, clearing his throat. "Oh. Uh, okay." I couldn't help but laugh. Boys were so fragile when it came to periods. "How's your wrist?" he asked, changing the subject. "It's fine," I said, holding it up. "I went to the nurse. She said I should ice it." Jax nodded, his expression unreadable. "So...you have a girlfriend now,"

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