They really paired me with Levi fucking Carter?
Of all the guys on this trip, it had to be the one who’s been under my skin since second grade—the boy who once dumped chocolate milk on my head, then had the audacity to laugh about it for years. Sure, he’s been… quieter since freshman year. Less annoying, more broody. And okay, maybe my friends are right when they say he’s always looking at me—but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with sharing a tent with him.
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