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Caught Clueless Chapter Twenty-SixCaught Clueless Chapter Twenty-Six by violetfireflies
Neither Chase nor I realized how late it had gotten as we stood on the doorstep of the Hamilton household. He pounded on the door with the fist that was previously occupied with destroying an orange candy. He was mad. And I knew it was because I had kissed Luke.
Chase sighed at the lack of response from inside the house.
“Um, hey,” I said tentatively. “Maybe he’s not home.”
His reply was to knock again.
“It’s Sunday. What if he’s sleeping?”
Again, his knuckles collided with the wood. And again. Again, again, again—
“I’m sorry!” Without thinking, I grabbed his arm and then quickly let go in embarrassment. “I didn’t know it would make you mad.”
“I’m not.” Chase lowered his hand and looked at it. “You’re wishy-washy, you know. No one understands your mixed signals. One minute it
Caught Clueless Chapter Twenty-FiveCaught Clueless Chapter Twenty-Five by violetfireflies
I woke up shaking. Through bleary eyes I could see nothing, not even a sliver of light shining through the window. The sheets around my legs were cold. As I untangled myself and sat up, I tried to remember what I had been dreaming about. I wanted to call Gill and ask him if he was okay. I had to know what happened yesterday.
The doctor had told me it was best if I went home and checked back tomorrow, since Gill had to stay at the clinic for a few hours. And I did go home. But later in the evening I visited his house, only to enter his room and find him asleep, slouched over in bed with a mess of papers across his lap. Hamilton told me everything was fine, but he seemed just as worried as me, if not more.
It was morning, at least, so I pulled myself out of bed and started making coffee, even though I didn’t like it. While I stood by the pot, I remembered something I should not have forgotten in the first place. Kathy was
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