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P R E V I E W: "Jack!" I call, but he doesn't stop walking. "Ja-" "It's me, Allie!" he turns around, shocking me with his tone of voice. "I fucking like you and you've been too caught up with Sam to even realize it." "Jack...I-I didn't know-" "Of course you didn't! Every single god damn time I've tried to tell you or drop a hint it's always Sam this or Sam that. I've always liked you, Alyson. From that kiss in that stupid game of truth or dare when we were younger, up until now." he's getting closer, and if I didn't know him so well, I would guess he was going to hit me. "What?" I whisper, not believing him. He inches closer until his chest is touching mine and he grabs my face in his large, dry hands. "I like you, Alyson Morgan." * Alyson Morgan and Jack Gilinsky were never really close, aside from their minor friendship in their younger years. Although that quickly ended when Allie moved to Virginia, her and her family continued to visit their hometown, and the Gilinsky's, whenever they could. One year, when Jack and Allie are all grown up and have changed, the Morgan's move back to California; for good. Both Allie and Jack only remember small encounters from their pre-teen years; the years where their parents always thought they would fall in love. Unfortunately, with Jack's "busy" schedule(plus his super hot friends) and Allie's new move, the two have no intention of finding anything serious for a while.
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