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"Tanya?" asked Finn, snapping his fingers in front of me. I blinked, trying to escape the daydream I had been inside. Finn. Me. Eating lunch beneath our favorite tree. Back to reality. "Sorry." I said, embarrassed. "I just.." "Wish you were still at the cheer table," he finished, giving me a look. I started to protest, but he held up a hand. "Come on, Tanya. Don't lie to me." Then he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. "If you want to go, do it. I can go sit with the guys like before." I shook my head. No way. After blowing off practice the way I did even if I was being totally legit about being sick, there was no way I could face them today. Not until practice. Not until I could figure out what the hell was wrong with me. And.. "Finn," I said, putting a hand on his- very t