Chelsea tapped the paper with her pencil. She didnât want to do homework, but it was due tomorrow. Her mind wandered and she laughed.
âWhat?â Jacob asked, perturbed.
âRemember that time we went Trick-or-Treating together?â Chelsea asked.
âOh, wow, we were so little,â Jacob said, putting his pencil down. âI almost forgot.â
âWhat were you, again?â Chelsea wondered. âI remember I was in my princess phase.â
Jacob blushed. âI donât remember.â
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Chelsea smirked. âSu-ure. Then why are you blushing?â
âOkay, okay,â Jacob sighed. âI was⦠a⦠ghost.â
Chelsea cocked her head. âWhy did that make you blush?â
Jacobâs blush deepened. âWell, because, well, youâre aâ¦â
Chelsea laughed. âWhat, you think Iâd be offended? We were kids! We didnât know any better. Plus, I didnât become a halfa until last night! No need to get so worked up about it.â
Jacob sighed, this time relieved. âAlright, cous. Now letâs get back to our homework.â
Chelsea groaned. âDo we have to?â
âThatâs part of school life,â Jacob said. âYou âwishedâ for it, remember?â
It was Chelseaâs turn to sigh. âYeah, yeah.â