Do I even have to go downstairs to see the Mintons? I didn't see much point in it. Just as I'd closed it, I quickly forced my door open.
"Clark!" I called down the corridor to his back. He spun around and walked back to me. I noticed wet marks from the snow that were sinking into his print t-shirt. "Do you think that I have to go? I don't want to see Heratio. He keeps hitting on me and it's annoying."
His usually round eyes narrowed. My words had triggered a more protective reaction from him. "I'll tell them that you've gotten a cold from the snowball fight."
"Thank you," I smiled sweetly. "And, I know this sounds weird, but don't let Heratio come and find me, okay? Hopefully he won't but I don't trust him to not do it."
"If he comes near the s……
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