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I Know He is Innocent

The next day Sam dropped us off at school since Callie’s car was still at her house. My ribs were so sore from being punched the night before, leaning forward so much I felt like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Callie looked hungover. Together we looked like a hot mess. We went straight to first period instead of stopping at our lockers.

“I feel like I got hit by a bus,” I muttered laying my head down on my desk.

“I feel like I was in a paranormal activity movie.” She muttered back.

“Hey ladies,” Hunter greeted us, “What party did I miss out on last night?”

“One we would gladly have missed if we could,” I replied not taking my head off the desk.

“What happened?” Hunter’s tone turned serious.

“What does it matter?” I spoke. It was not like he could do anything about it anyway.

“It matters.” He said seriously. I looked around, not wanting all the glares being thrown in my direction from Hunter leaning over my desk.

“Callie’s house got broken into last night with us in it,” I replied.

“What
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