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SLOANE

I feel Jay’s eyes on me but I pretend to be oblivious. My phone has been blaring since forever, but I don’t want to answer

“Why are you just staring at it? Pick it up,” Jay says, pushing a plate of salad toward me. His tone is casual, but I can see the knowing glint in his eyes.

I sigh and shove my phone face down on the table before grabbing my fork. “It's not important,” I mumble, stabbin