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“So, you find out anything more about Chase?” Jorge asked before shoving a slice of pizza in his mouth—not an exaggeration, it was practically the whole thing.
Trevor watched with a mix of horror and fascination. Where did it all go? And how did Jorge do that without getting cheese, sauce, and pepperoni everywhere?
Jorge’s eyebrows flicked up in question, since his mouth was occupied.
“Huh?” Trevor replayed what Jorge had said. “What makes you think I’d find out more about Chase?”
Jorge gave an unimpressed stare as he chewed.
Shrugging, Trevor said, “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t offend him,” before taking a bite of his chicken parm.
Jorge swallowed. “Right.” How could he put so much disapproval and disbelief into one word?
“Okay, and I kind of wouldn’t mind talking to him again. Maybe I can prove how cool I am and we’ll become friends.” Trevor offered a smile as cheesy as Jorge’s dinner.
“Riiight.” The disbelief intensified.