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By Friday, Wren and I have gone to the gym four days out of the five of the school week.
I haven't had a drink for three days. Every time I feel like one, I find Wren and we sweat it out together.
I swing my bag over my shoulder and bid farewell to Constance. Harold visited throughout the week and said I could come to stay on the weekend. I can't wait to escape this prison.
"How come you're heading home? I thought you don't see your mum when she has a boyfriend?" I ask Wren when we meet downstairs. We're both still dressed in our exercise clothes. The cool night air breezes over my flushed skin.
"I try to avoid it, but I can't stand being here on the weekends, with Harlow turning our room into a crack den." He exhales. "Besides, if she can't stand to be without him for a night, she can go there. I wouldn't care."
I see the headlights of Harold's car swing into the car park. I press a hand to Wren's shoulder.
"Be careful."
He places his hand over mine for a moment. His skin is warm. "I will. You too."
I want to tell him I'll miss him, but the words get caught in my mouth. I want him to reach out and kiss me. God, I want him to kiss me.
"See you on Monday," I say instead.
Wren's fingers wrap around mine, and he pulls me back to him. He looks at his feet for a moment before meeting my eyes.
"I can't wait until Monday."
"What do you mean?"
"Meet me tomorrow."
Butterflies. Explosion. In my stomach.
"Where?" I whisper.
His fingers weave through mine. "Do you have your phone on you?"
"Yes," I answer, digging in the pocket of my bag. He quickly puts his number in.
"I want to see you tomorrow," he tells me, still holding my hand. "I'll message you."
I can't stop smiling. "Okay. I'll be waiting."
His hand briefly moves to my face. He likes to do that, I've realised. I lean into his hand and he smiles at me. That beautiful smile.
"See you tomorrow."
"See you," I whisper.
I hurry to Harold's car and slide inside.
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