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Chapter 13 (part 3)

“Come on. It’s poking out your head, taunting me. Besides, it’s a cool scar. Tell the other’s you kicked a monster’s ass in the playground.” He told her snicker. “But, tell me. What’s in your head?” He seriously said, a small smile on his face.

Shifting the way he sat, he moved his body away from the headboard. Now he faced Betts, his one arm on the other side of her legs, while he looked at her with earnest eyes. “Are we, or are we not emotionally connected best friends? Like what those girls in class say.”

His position caged Betts as if cornering her. Leaning back to relax, Betts looked at his good friend and muttered, “I don’t feel like growing up.”

“We’re only thirteen, going on fourteen. How is that growing up?” He scoffed at her. She glared at his scoff, and he only leaned closer, poking their noses. It usually made her cross-eyed, challenging herself to r