“What are you doing?” asked Jesse Shearer.
“Nothing,” replied Alexa Dawes, who was scribbling furiously in her notebook.
“You’d better not be writing about me,” Jesse threatened under his breath.
Alexa put her pencil behind her ear and looked up from her book to stare him in the eye. “What makes you think that I’d be writing about you?”
Jesse took a step back. He hadn’t expected such a response from his normally subdued classmate. “I don’t know. Isn’t that what you do? Go around telling stories about people?”
Alexa didn’t break eye-contact. “That’s not how it is.”
“Huh,” said Jesse. He sat down beside her, then shuffled his feet on the ground for a moment. “How is it?”
Now it was Alexa’s turn to be surprised. She hadn’t thought that Jesse actually cared about what she told him. She slid a little bit closer to him on the bench.
“Let me show you,” she said, handing him the pages she’d been working on.
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