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Contd Ariel Beckham. "Guys!" I wedge myself between them, shoving them apart. Kelly’s wild hair swings. "Why the hell did you hit me!?" she yells "And why the hell are you acting like this!?" I snap, sharper than I intend. Kelly dusts my hand off her shoulder, like I’m some kind of annoyance. "She’s jealous. That has to be it," Hannah mutters. "Jealous? No, I’m simply angry!" Kelly hisses, her eyes dropping to my stomach for a fleeting second before she storms off. The way she looked at me—it’s like she was biting back something worse. "Is she mad?" Hannah says, turning to me, face wrinkled in confusion. I shrug and head back to my seat, but the food on my plate looks like it belongs to someone else now. My appetite’s gone, stolen by the burden of everything Ramirez said earlier.
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