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"So what's it gonna be? My house or your place?" Quincy asked during lunch the minute he approached our table. I was seated with Asher in the cafeteria who had insisted that I have lunch with him and not try to avoid him at all costs. Everything was going pretty well, that is until Quincy decided to disrupt my once peaceful afternoon.
"I've not decided yet Quincy and besides, can't you tell that I don't want to do this project with you?" I asked bluntly. Couldn't he read between the lines that I didn't even want him close? What exactly is his problem now?
"I don't care if you want to do it or not." He primped and rested both hands on our table to support his weight. "The teacher clearly chose us to do this together and that's what we're going to do. So it's either you make up y
