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Mika found Kai slumped against the alley wall, knuckles split and lip busted open, his black shirt smudged with dirt and god-knows-what else. The streetlights cast orange streaks across his bruised jaw as he tried to grin up at her—though it just pulled at the cut on his cheek. “Another ‘friendly disagreement’ with the West Side crew?” She clicked her tongue, shoving her pink jacket off one shoulder and digging into her purse. “You promised me you’d lay low before the spring formal.” “Hey, they started it,” Kai mumbled, wincing as he tried to wipe blood from his chin with the back of his hand. “Said my ride was ‘too flashy’ for their block.” Mika rolled her eyes, pulling out a tube of deep red lipstick and a tiny round mirror. She perched herself on his thigh, ignoring his quiet grunt of surprise, and held the mirror up to his face. “Hold it still, loser,” she said, her voice sharp but her touch gentle as she tilted his chin up. The cool lipstick glided over his split lip—he fl
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Mika found Kai slumped against the alley wall, knuckles split and lip busted open, his black shirt smudged with dirt and god-knows-what else. The streetlights cast orange streaks across his bruised jaw as he tried to grin up at her—though it just pulled at the cut on his cheek. “Another ‘friendly disagreement’ with the West Side crew?” She cli...Read more