At study hall, I walk over to her. My blood has been boiling the whole day, watching that cocky football player attempt to swoon her. That bastard will test her out for a week before moving on to some other chick. It won’t happen though, not if I allow it. I stare at her for a second as she smiles—gorgeously—and reads the letter from her locker. This dude is doing too much. I lean over her shoulder, whispering softly as I attempt to mask my jealousy. He won’t do you any good, sweetheart.
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17/02/2025