Author's Note

“So this is gonna be a real, honest-to-goodness, sit with each other at lunch, hold hands in the hall, walk you to class, declare it on Facebook kind of deal?”

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“Your mother and I are getting a divorce.”

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“You bet two hundred bucks on how many times I’d have sex?” Blake’s head snapped towards Alex.

“Wrong. I bet fifty bucks that you’d be able to get it up more than three times. Kristoph here bet two hundred that you couldn’t,”

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“Blake! Help! Please!”

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He groaned, muttering to himself, “Not all heart attacks are physical ones, Blake.”

The shit hits the fan in this chapter. If you're into some intense drama, I suggest you click through to my profile!! Don't forget some feedback on THAT STORY. POSTING IT HERE DOES ME NO GOOD (well, it does. but it's nice to get reviews on the story you're actually writing). DON'T FORGET TO VOTE IN MY POLL!
~Emma