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"I know that you have something to do with the glist!"
Will's hands slam against his desk and Camila blinks a few times at him. "What?"
He shakes his head, crossing his arms and glaring down at her. "This whole 'nice girl' act is not going to fool me, Camila. You know something and I want to hear it."
"I don't know anything!" Camila shakes her head, her eyes wide. "I don't even know why I'm so high on it. I've kissed, like, four different people."
"You can't fool me."
The girl swallows. "I would never do something that hurts so many people like that."
They stare blankly at each other for a few moments until Will lifts his hands from the table with a sigh, running one through his hair. "I know. I saw you crying over a dead butterfly after school yesterday."
Camila's shoulders deflate when she thinks about it. "It might've had a family." She whispers, causing another exasperated sigh to leave Will's lips.
