Chapter 49 WHO NEEDS ENEMIES WHEN YOU HAVE FRIENDS LIKE THIS.

ETHAN.

My room looked worse than it did the last time. More like a thrash house now.

Noah's shoes sat kicked off beside my bed. His jacket hung off the back of my desk chair. My trophies had been shoved to one end of the shelf to make space for a framed photo of him, Ivy and the guys  without me in ...

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