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Chapter Three

 

~Atlanta Camp~
 

“Leave it to you to make friends with the worst two out of the group.”  Lori commented with a laugh and I had to agree with her.  If there was a bad-boy in a hundred mile radius—I was sure to find them or vise-verse. 

 

~Sherriff's Deputy.  Officer Shane Walsh~

“Shane’s going to be so happy to see you.”  Lori commented as we made our way to the tent she offered to share with me. 

My eyes widened.  “Shane’s here?”

 

Chapter Four

 

~Shane Walsh~

 

I wasn’t stupid or naïve—I had known since I was 16 years old that I was in-love with Shane Walsh.  I’d of had to be deaf, blind and dumb not to notice.  But ever since we were of age to start noticing the opposite sex—Shane noticed every girl with a beating heart except me, and it…hurt.