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CHAPTER 2: PART 4
Andrea's P.O.V
I maneuvered through the students making my way to the secretary after being left by my sister with my head faced down.
"Bang"
"Damn, shit! shit! shit!" I swore as my head met something strong, giving a slight dizzy head.
"Fuck! Can you watch where you are going? Oh! It’s you. Does any of you guys have a problem of bumping into people!" a husky yet soft voice said agitatedly with sarcasm chuckling at me.
I looked up and my eyes couldn't believe it.
'It's him'.
'My word is he hot'
I gawked eye fucking him. The boy in front of me shifted his gaze nervously, hating being analyzed I’m sure. He cleared his throat distracting me from my thoughts. He studied my gaze and chuckled as he realized I wasn't just analyzing but eye fucking him too, well I could tell by his reactions but other than that I couldn’t read him clearly. He was a closed case, so reserved and calm, too calm. I chuckl
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