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the blond was fumbling with his bag for a moment before he finally managed to pull out the ONE piece of clothing he stolen from someone else. technically, he didn’t STEAL it. mason gave it to him to wear, and garrett just never had time to return it. or, when he DID have time, he just forgot about it. so, now that he was back in beacon hills and as ready as he’d ever been to get a fresh start, he figured he’d start it off right by returning one of his ex-best friend’s lacrosse sweatshirts. ❛ i might have been an ASSASSIN, but i didn’t forget about your sweatshirt. ❜ the words left as he approached mason’s locker, holding out the material before he offered a slight smile. he didn’t expect FORGIVENESS, though. GOD, he didn’t. he wasn’t deserving of that, and garrett KNEW that.
