““What?” I snap to attention and cock my head at Marco, who is helping me frost apple cupcakes. “Spider — what?” He gives me a sly smile. “Oh, so you are listening.” I feel myself blush, the red flame creeping across my cheeks. “Sorry.” “I’ve been talking for the past ten minutes, and you haven’t said anything except ‘mmm,’ ‘hmm,’ or ‘mmm-hmm.’” “I heard what you were saying,” I protest, but the moment the words are out of my mouth, I realize that I have zero idea what Marco has ...been talking about. Soccer? English class? My blush flares brighter when I realize it could be anything. “Okay, tell me again.” Marco looks skeptical. “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” I sigh, dip the spreading knife into the vanilla frosting, then look around — kind of furtively, I guess, because Marco says, “Is it some dramatic secret?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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