My head was pounding against my skull when I woke up tangled in sheets that weren't mine. In clothes that weren't mine. The aspirin placed on the bedside table helped a little.
Breakfast with Nico and JJ was a happy event.
Nico drove me home afterwards.
Faust came by an hour later with a hundred apologies written on his lips.
And I forgave him.
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Letterman Jacket
Teen Fiction"And when I put on your letterman jacket, I still think about you." When Thea Simmons is tasked with writing an article about basketball hero Faust Carter, the story long buried in rivalry unravels, secrets that should've been hidden are revealed, a...
