*Sydney Roswell's POV*
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"So... What's your price, Syd? Name anything." OJ asked me as she sat beside me on my left on the bench where I first noticed her yesterday. I turned my head to look at her after I waved goodbye to Yasmine. We just finished our afternoon tutoring session, and here I am, stuck with a ghost.
"Price? For what? I haven't agreed that I'm going to help you, did I?" I answered and heard her let out a soft laugh and answered, "Right. But I'm sure you are going to help me, whether you like it or not. Or else you would be pestered by me throughout the whole week until God knows when."
"Mhmm. Well, you still have to answer one question for me to know if you are OJ." I uttered, and she snapped her head to see if I was kidding or what.
"Are you still not believing that I
