Star's POV
By the time I got home, it was 10 o'clock at night. My first thought was that my mom's going to kill me. I never stay out this late, even on weekends. She'll vraag me. She'll go 'good cop, bad cop' on me, and I hate when she does that. But even if she does kill me, it would be worth it. I got to spend the whole dag with the guy of dreams. Then I remembered the book he lent me, I looked at the cover of the book and clutched it to my chest. I got off the bus at my stop. 20 mores steps, I counted. 19, 18, 17,...the numbers kept decreasing. I counted the steps until I reached my house....
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