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Gigi smiled. “Of course I do. I was just texting my new boyfriend.” She pulled out her phone. “He is so hot. You guys are going to die.”

I wondered what idiot was dating her now. Or if what she was even saying was true. Maybe she had a made-up boyfriend who lived in Canada or something.

“Great,” Jacob said and looked back at me. He rolled his eyes and I laughed. “I’m going to go grab your lunch.” His hands fell from my waist and he got into the line.

“You two make such a great couple,” Georgia said.

At first I thought she was talking to me. I turned my head.

“Ew, not you,” Georgia said.

Gemma laughed. “Cleary she was talking to Gigi.”

Whatever. What did George know about great couples anyway? She was someone’s third. I walked away from them. I was the first person to sit down at my usual table. RJ was nowhere in sight. Or Liam. Where were they? I needed to know who my kiss thief was so I could put this whole thing in the past.

I put on my glasses to unlock my phone. Axel still hadn’t acknowledged the fact that I’d sent him soup. I was really starting to worry.

I sent him a quick text asking if he’d gotten the soup.

And...he didn’t text me back right away like he usually did.

“Seriously, are you okay?” I typed out. “I’m really worried about you.” I hit send.

Sophie sat down across from me.

I kept staring at my phone.

“Who are you texting?” she asked.

“No one.”

She sighed. “Please tell me you’re not texting Axel.”

I just shrugged.

“I feel like I need to confiscate your phone right now.” Sophie laughed. “God, when did I become Uncle James?”

“I’m still allowed to text Axel, Soph. And I’m really starting to worry about him.”

“He’s not your concern.”

“He’s all of our concern,” I said.

She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward. “Scar, if Axel wanted you to take care of him when he was sick, he would have asked you to be his girlfriend. He doesn’t need you to worry about him.”

Yeah. Maybe. But that didn’t mean I could just suddenly turn off worrying about him. I glanced at my phone again.

“Do you think Mr. Halifax is masturbating to pictures of me during his lunch break?” Sophie asked.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jacob asked as he sat down next to me.

“Thanks,” I said as he slid a tray in front of me.

“Seriously, why would you think Mr. Halifax was doing that?” Jacob asked.

Sophie sighed and put her chin in her hand. “It’s what I hope he’s doing. I took quite the little photoshoot for him.”

“I’m so confused,” Jacob said.