My momentary lapse in dislike of all things Oliver was made even more surprising by his behavior after the fact. I had every reason to believe he would hound the snot out of me, doing all he could to convince me that my mother’s crummy luck with love did not mean it didn’t exist, but he did not. In fact, he didn’t bother me for nearly thirty-six hours, save one text message letting me know he’d explained my absence to Mr. Saxton, and would email me the lecture notes I missed.
Chapter Four
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