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Ariel Beckham. I jam my locker shut, irritated. Moving back into the family house, it’s like things haven’t changed with Ramirez—or maybe they haven’t changed with me. I don’t know. But I’m not the one going around breaking jaws. I shouldn’t have to explain myself. Why isn’t he talking to me? Is it because I told him not to touch me? Excuse me for being scared for my life. "Your locker didn’t do anything to you." Hannah points out as I yank it open again, grabbing a brush to smooth out my hair. In the mirror’s reflection, I catch Isobel walking by and roll my eyes. "So, they’re practically over?" Hannah asks, watching Isobel. "Hmm." I mutter, tossing the brush back in. What’s even the point of fixing my hair? Maybe I should just braid it. I’ll be seeing Ramirez this afternoon and he s

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