“Password?”


    “1104.”


    “Sounds like a birthday,“ she said casually.


    “Yeah. Megan’s.” He didn’t feel the need to hide it from her. Megan had changed his password.


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    ir froze for a moment. ‘Megan again! She has him on a short Leash.”


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    Suddenly, she lost the desire to friend him.


    She threw his phone back to him.


    “Forget it,” she spat.


    Wesley caught his phone. ‘What’s her problem?’ he thought.


    Under his confused look, ir said in a sad voice, “I quit. You don’t care for me. I know you feel it’s


    your responsibility to help me. I’m sorry I came on to you.”


    She sounded Like a girl who had been hurt by her boyfriend.


    Wesley figured out what she was doing. He looked at his phone and asked, “You ying cat and


    mouse? Hoping I’ll feel sorry for you?”


    “Seriously? Why does he know everything? Oh God! How embarrassing!”


    ir forced a smile and stammered, “You…you’re imagining things.”


    Wesley sneered. He raised his phone and asked, “Sure you don’t want to friend me?”


    Being a proud girl, ir answered firmly, “No, I don’t.”


    ir could only watch helplessly as Wesley put his phone back in his pocket.


    It wasn’t long after that Talbot finished cooking. When he walked out of the kitchen with a te of food,


    an awkward silence hung between


    ir and Wesley. But he was too slow to realize it.


    “Come and get it!”


    Wesley shot to his feet first and went to the kitchen to help Talbot set the table.


    ir followed him and began todle porridge for them.


    Just as she picked up thedle, someone stopped her.


    “You scalded your arm, remember? Let me do it,” said Wesley


    He took thedle away from her without a second thought and began to dish it out into the bowls.