sophomore in a pink dress eying him with timid speculation, but he didn't seem to be aware of her.
Squaw looked away again, ashamed. "Okay, I'll tell you because I want to be Master Cylinder, but not because I believe it. So don't get mad, okay?"
"There's no way I'll ever be mad at you, Squaw," I assured him. "I won't even be mad at Chief. Just say what you have to."
"Well—this is sooo stupid, I'm sorry, Bella—he wants you to break up with your boyfriend. He asked me to tell you ‘please.'" He shook his head with disgust.
"He's still superstitious, eh?"
"Yeah. He was... kind of over the top when you fell out that window down in Phoenix. He didn't believe..." Squaw trailed off self-consciously.
My eyes narrowed. "I fell."
"I know that," Squaw said quickly.
"He thinks Fredward had something to do with me getting hurt. Like maybe I didn't fall out the window as much as I was thrown out." It wasn't a question, and despite my promise, I was angry.
Squaw wouldn't meet my eyes. We weren't even bothering to step to the music, though his hands were still on my waist, and mine around his neck.
"Look, Squaw, I know the Chief probably won't believe this, but just so you know"—he looked at me now, responding to the new earnestness in my voice—"Fredward really did save my life after I fell out of that window. If it weren't for Fredward and his father, I'd be dead."
"I know," he claimed, and he sounded like my sincere words had affected him some. Maybe he'd be able to convince Billy of this much, at least.

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