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Love is a smoke and its made with fumes of sighs.

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//Chapter Fourty-Three\\

Noel's POV

"You did what exactly?"

I sighed, "I. Made. A. Deal. With. Quinn." I repeated for the fourth time in the last thirty minutes.

"No no no," Aaron says waving his hand like he's in a building of fire calling for someone's help. "I know what you did, but what did you do?"

I look at him like he's a lunatic which he kinda is. Sighing—again— I repeated everything understanding his lunatic talk, "I made a deal with Quinn and we decided to have a swimming contest. If she loses she apologises on her...