“I…uh…it's complicated.” He stammered. Nellie rolled her eyes. “I sware Drake, you better be telling the truth.” He took a hard gulp. The last time a guy had hurt Allison he ended up with twenty stitches. “I-I am. I promise. I just can't tell you.” She furrowed her brow, “Why?” Drake shook his head, “Because, if I tell you you'll go straight to telling her.” Nellie glared at him, “Depends on what it is,” He better not be freaking harassing her or I will kick his—she never got to finish the thought because Drake had said, “Fine. I'll tell you,”

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