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(Gage) Something is going on with Bexley and I can't quite tell what it is..she has been avoiding me all morning. She even sat in the back of the car and told me it was so she could practice for the interview..it felt weird sitting up here by myself..well, besides Sophie..but still, she isn't Bexley. Then Marco had to giggle like a damn schoolgirl with her...pissing me off even more. I am trying to play this cool..I don't want to freak the girl out and push her too far but I'm fucked..completely and utterly f****d. She is the only thing that has been running through my mind..and then I thought of something. Something that would make her realize it's not just because of Charlotte. I know this is crazy, and I am moving way to f*****g fast..but I realized something that scares the s**t o