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Chapter 12 Trevor’s leg was bouncing, and he knew it was annoying Jorge (and Rita and Lia), but he couldn’t help it. Chase was supposed to be here two hours ago, but half an hour after their meet time, he’d texted them that “something had come up” and he’d “be a little late.” He hadn’t replied to any inquiries about what had delayed him, and Trevor was fluctuating between worry that something was wrong, annoyance that Chase was leaving them hanging, and a healthy serving of jealousy that they’d been bailed on because Chase had decided to “hang out” with his old friends from his old school, even though he couldn’t sit in the same room with them and his boyfriend (boyfriend!) was sitting here waiting for him. Along with their other friends. “Oh my God, chill,” Lia muttered, smacking his