Audiobook - Young Adult - Stephanie D'Abruzzo

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populate, see by a lease. Allen, Chapter six I called Claudia on my way home from the mall, and she tried to talk me down. While she agreed the lack of a weekend invitation wasn't ideal, she didn't think it was a disaster. She invited me to spend the next two nights at her house, where we could sift through every second of my first week with Archer and see if we could figure out ways to maybe adjust my approach and get better results. We didn't come up with anything brilliant Friday night and had just woken up Saturday morning when my phone chirped, imagining your breakfast, read the text from Archer Cotton candy dipped in Tabasco. He texted me. I scream to Claudia. He's been thinking about me. She and I debated far too long over my answer before I texted back. That's lunch breakfast. A chocolate chip in Swiss omelet make you one? We'd agonized over the last sentence, worried it was too suggestive and implied he'd be with me for breakfast because we'd spent the night before together. I wondered if maybe I wanted to imply it. Not that I was actually suggesting we do anything like that, but maybe it was okay to let him know. I thought about him that way. I bet my nails until Archer texted back parentheses, Colon dash, P parentheses, a grimace face. If he noticed the innuendo, he didn't say anything about it. I didn't either. We spent the rest of the weekend texting more and more bizarre food items to each other until Monday morning, when I walked into school and handed him a shoe box for you. I made them myself. Archer slowly pried off the top. Is this Ah, fast acting poison? Or will my death be lingering and painful, lingering and painful? For sure, he peered into the box, which I'd lined with wax paper and filled with one of my favorite delicacies is that peanut butter and cream cheese. Archer winced, spread on green apple slices, then rolled in Captain Crunch cereal. Try one. He looked like he'd rather eat mud, but he lifted one of the apples to his face, cringing away from it until he closed his eyes and forced himself to bite. He didn't want to admit it, but I could see that he was hooked. He even took another bite see, I crowed, I know what I'm doing. Two weeks tops and you'll be begging to dip your fries in my shake. You think it took me a second before I realized I'd done it again? My mouth seriously needed a chaperone.