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Xander had tried to catch up to Cameron, but she had vanished before he could even
round the corner.
He sat down on the edge of a flower bed by the street and started texting Milena.
Xander: [Hey, Ms. Wallace. It’s me. Why’d you run off?]
Xander: [Ms. Wallace, what are you doing out so late? It’s not safe out here.]
Xander: [Did you make it home yet?]
Xander: [By the way, your hair looked amazing tonight. It really suits you.]
Milena was jolted awake by the nonstop buzzing of her phone. When she saw the WhatsApp messages from Xander, she was completely thrown off.
She couldn’t understand what he was getting at. She thought, ‘What hairstyle is he talking about? Wait, did Cameron seriously dress up as a girl again just to flirt with Xander? That’s gotta be it.’
Milena was instantly wide awake, and she was now fuming as cursing internally, ‘ Unbelievable. I’ve been bending over backwards trying to keep things proper with Xander, and that shameless brat just swoops in wearing a skirt?‘
It was driving Milena nuts. Still, she had to swallow her anger and text Xander back.
Milena: [Sorry, Mr. Murphy. I didn’t recognize you earlier. My bad. I’m already home. And it’s pretty late, so I’m heading to bed. Good night.]
She kept typing and deleting her text, worried she’d slip up. After fussing over it for ages, she finally sent the message to Xander.
Xander’s mood, which had been weighing on him, finally eased a bit after he got
Milena’s text.
Then, he rode his motorcycle back to school. By the time he returned to the dorm, it was already late.
The room was completely dark, but Bradley was still awake. Hearing the noise, he sat up and put on his gold–rimmed glasses, calling out, “Cameron?”
Hearing the voice, Xander instinctively glanced at Cameron’s bed, only to realize it was
empty.
“Brad, it’s me, not Cameron. That little punk isn’t here.”
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