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LIESELS POV
"Do you want to steal a book today?" I asked Rudy as we waked through the melting ice and snow. I had finished another book and I felt Ilsa Hermann's library calling me.
"I'm sorry, I can't, today. Amsel asked me to meet her," he said, apologetically.
Amsel. The girl with hair like soft snow and eyes like a storm. Rudy had been meeting her a lot. That name stirred up something inside of me that I couldn't put my finger on.
"Liesel?" asked Rudy, snapping his finger, in front of my face.
"Hm, yes?" I said.
"I asked you if you were okay," he said, his eyes clouding with concern.
I debated whether or not I should tell him what was on my mind. I poked at the expression on my friends face. I hated that I was making him feel like that.
"Do you like Amsel better than me?" The words tumbled from my lips before I could hold them back.
Rudy's face was lit up by a smile. "That's what you're worried about?" he laughed.
I could feel my cheeks heating up. I nodded, looking at the ground. Rudy laughed again.
"I'm just meeting her because she asked me and I didn't want to hurt her feelings," he said.
"Oh," I said, then my lips became a crescent.
"What, were you jealous," he said, mockingly.
"No! I just..." I trailed off. I was jealous, oh I was very jealous. I mentally slapped myself.
"Well, since I know that you love me so much, how about a kiss?" he asked, with his signature smirk.
I lightly punched his arm. "Not a chance."
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