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Chapter 12

           Minhohadlookedhimsquareinthefaceforthefirsttimewiththatlastsentence,andThomasscootedbackafewinchesbeforehecouldstophimself.Herealizedimmediatelyhe’djustmadeamistakehecouldn’tletthisguythinkhecouldtalktohimlikethat.

           Hepushedhimselfbackupontohiskneessohewaslookingdownattheolderboy."Yeah,I’msurethat’sexactlywhatyoudidasaNewbie."

           MinholookedatThomascarefully.Then,againstaringstraightinhiseyes,said,"IwasoneofthefirstGladers,slinthead.Shutyourholetillyouknowwhatyou’retalkingabout."

           Thomas,nowslightlyscaredoftheguybutmostlyfedupwithhisattitude,movedtogetup.Minho’shandsnappedoutandgrabbedhisarm.

           "Dude,sitdown.I’mjustplayin’withyourhead.It’stoomuchfunyou’llseewhenthenextNewbie..."Hetrailedoff,aperplexedlookwrinklinghiseyebrows."Guesstherewon’tbeanotherNewbie,huh?"

           Thomasrelaxed,returnedtoasittingposition,surprisedathoweasilyhe’dbeenputbackatease.Hethoughtofthegirlandthenotesayingshewasthelastoneever."Guessnot."

           Minhosquintedslightly,asifhewasstudyingThomas."Yousawthechick,right?Everybodysaysyouprobablyknowherorsomething."

           Thomasfelthimselfgrowdefensive."Isawher.Doesn’treallylookfamiliaratall."Hefeltimmediatelyguiltyforlyingevenifitwasjustalittlelie.

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