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LESLIE'S POV It had been several days since the last unpleasant party, and Wade and I seldom talked. After the school day came to an end, I followed Ilyssa and Tamara to the parking lot. I was so ready to be done with senior year. The two of them got into Ilyssa’s car and I said goodbye. Just as I was about to turn and leave, I spotted a familiar car pull over. Wade. He stepped out of the car, eyes shielded behind dark glasses. Today, he's wearing a cream coloured polo and black slacks. His shirt tightens around his biceps and I remembered being pressed against him. The feel of his lips on mine invaded my senses again and I felt my cheeks and ear turn pink. I shoved the warm feeling away. I didn't expect him to come pick me up after that. Still, I walked over to him. “I forgot to tell you this morning,” We both know what I'm not saying. We aren’t really on talking terms. “I’ve got something to do at school. I’ll be home by dinner.” I didn’t wait for him to say anything before I hitched