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Josie resists the urge to gag as she watches Zeke, he has to be lying, doesn’t he? He has said it so many times and she has never once believed him, but he says it with such conviction. Josie feels a shudder of fear run down her spine. Zeke moves slightly lower, still sniffing heavily, Josie just eyes him cautiously, his face at her br*ast level, the urge to grab the back of his head and rearrange his face with her knee nearly over whelms her. But they are only a few steps from the mostly poorly soundproofed classroom. If she did something, there is no way that he would not retaliate. A brawl between the two would be unwise. As soon as too many loud noises happening they will draw a crowd. The fact that Zeke is looking slightly unhinged and that he wouldn't care in the slightest if others