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I shrugged. “Actually, I didn’t tell her much of anything. She must’ve put two and two together all on her own and come up with you being a jerk face.” His gaze slid back to me and he grinned. “Ouch, shortie.”“ Yeah, like that really bothered you.” I glanced back through the small window in the door that led to bio. Mr. Tucker was already at his desk–was Mrs. Cleo ever coming back?–and we only had a minute, tops, before the tardy bell rang. “What did you want?” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a thin slip of yellow paper, waving it in my face. “Guess what I found?”“ Obviously not a better personality, ” I remarked.“ Ha. Funny.” He brushed the edge of the paper across my nose and smiled when I smacked it away. .Jennifer L. Armentrout
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I was the last person on the face of the Earth to help when it came to the opposite sex. I'd only kissed one boy in my entire life. And he'd been a demon. So...Jennifer L. Armentrout