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My bright eyes lit up. I beamed with satisfaction, knowing that James' response was exactly what I'd hoped for.

What I loved most was that James didn't question my motives. He didn't ask why I kissed him or seek an explanation. He just accepted it for what it was. He wasn't aware of what I was doing.

Despite the thrill of the moment, I couldn't shake the creeping guilt I felt. I'd used James as a pawn in my game. I kissed him to get back at Samantha and my ex boyfriend. I hated that I'd used his feelings for me to further my own agenda, even if it wasn't intentional. I would surely make things right, but at least I'd accomplished what I'd set out to do.

The room fell silent. All eyes were on us, I caught the glances of the students who were familiar with my history with Romeo. They watched with bated breath, eager to see how this would play out. The other students looked around in confusion while some just minded the business. I was sure the other students were from other schools.