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But I love you, all right? I don't want you to ever think I'm blowing this story off, because I've spent this whole week going through all the possible plots to make this story better. At the point of book one, I was just as stressed out and scattered as I am now. College hasn't changed anything.
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PREVIOUSLY ON THE CLASSIX: Emeray got roasted by Norax. If you're wondering why the hell Emeray still cares about what Norax thinks, just remember how horribly manipulative Norax was in the beginning. There's a tint of dressed-down Stockholm syndrome there.
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"How about a party?"
"A party?"
Lex looks at Cartney with confusion, and I can't blame her. The very origin of this question was off to begin with: Approaching her bedroom, Cartney and I came to Lex with the explicit intentions of inviting her to something, anything. We wore expressions so resolute to this objective that when she opened the door, she jumped back like a rabbit when she saw us. Afraid we might bite her.
Since my meeting with Norax yesterday, I've felt a indescribable amount of guilt regarding the way I've been treating Lex. I tossed and turned all night thinking about my short replies, my blatant avoidance. A part of me had been assuming that after everything that happened on the Onward Train set, she must've been like Chapter's member Elle––not a fan, per se, but a skeptic trying to weed out our secrets. To hear from Norax that this is actually not the case, and that I've been icing out someone who looks up to me . . . I'm just genuinely surprised that Lex hasn't released a nasty review of my character to every tabloid in Delicatum by now.
That being said, her opinion is a virtue. If I can change her mind about me after ignoring her for weeks on end, maybe then I'd be able to change the world's mind about me after the obvious impending breakup between Cartney and I. Plus, it would do well to put me on Norax's good side again. Just remembering the way she told me how disappointed she was in me makes me want to curl up into a ball and never reemerge.
