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I’m definitely making progress with finding my way around. I don’t get lost on my way back from The Crypt, and I give myself a mental high five when I reach the elevator to the apartments. But my celebration is overshadowed by the fact that when the elevator doors open, Chad’s in there. I just can’t catch a break from him today.
“Hey,” he says as I get on the elevator.
“Umm, hi.” I don’t know what to say around him. I’m scared anything will be met with snarky cynicism.
“I was just on my way back to apologise to you. Tate has to remind me all the time just how rude I can be.”
I narrow my eyes. I wasn’t expecting an apology from him. He doesn’t seem like the apology type.
“Umm, that’s okay.” I respond, not really knowing what else to say to that.
“I didn’t realise you were the girl he’s been incessantly talking about.”
Tate has been talking about me?
“So, in the spirit of becoming friends, I came to offer you an escort to class in the morning.”
I raise my eyebrows at him.
“I saw the way you went after we finished today and was wondering if you’d even be able to find it tomorrow?” he asks with a smirk.
I guess mocking me means he isn’t so sullen now.
“I’ve been asking myself that same question actually,” I reply with a slight smile. It is true after all.
“So I’ll see you in the morning then?”
“Thanks. I’m in apartment ninety-three.”
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