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Asher was walking out of the school, covering his head with his hoodie. He wasn't looking in front of him-his boots were soaked and he didn't care at all, he just wanted to come back home. It was friday, after all. Asher hated fridays but he also loved them. Then, he heard a voice call out his name, and his throat tightened. Gabe. He tried to forget him. He was caught off guard when the boy asked him on a date-he was so tempted to say yes, but he simply said Why would I?
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