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Just That Kid 4: TrippChapter 3: Tripp
This one is from school.
My breath was coming quickly. This was the moment of truce. Breylin stared at me, willing me to confess. Tripp stood before me, knowing something was going on.
We didn't have a close friendship yet, Tripp and I, but I felt something for him that I'd felt for nobody else before. It wasn't exactly love, but it was close enough to scare me.
"Tell him, Loren," Breylin urged me, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew my secret. And she was the only one.
Tripp nodded in encouragement. "Tell me, Lore."
My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and this funny tingly feeling was in my throat. I watched the ground. The last thing I wanted was to be judged. Of course, the last thing I want is always the first I get.
"Tripp," I stammered, biting my lip. I looked over my shoulder, noting the empty school yard. "I have a confession to make."
Breylin giggled and covered her mouth, taking in Tripp's reaction.
He grinned, locking my fingers i
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