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OlympusBlood
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I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a question. I'm too late. "I'm just... nothing." I don't want to admit I couldn't think of something to reply to her remark. I'm thinking about how friendly she can be sometimes. I bet she's got a boyfriend. I wish it was me. She tried to move away from me, which made me uncomfortable. I'd not been very upfront with how I felt about things. For once, I really want Harry to come in and ruin the conversation. It's getting pretty warm, or maybe that's because the back of my neck has sweat dripping down it. I move away slowly, so she doesn't notice at first.