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Chapter Thirty-Eight

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The following Monday, Noah greeted me with a kiss on my cheek in the morning.

Luckily, I was late to class and the halls were empty so nobody saw. I didn't have a chance to yell at him because he had skipped off before I could even process what happened.

At lunch, he was on the opposite end of the table and spent the whole time leaned back in his seat, looking at me with a smirk on his face. I spent the whole lunch avoiding his gaze which was difficult because I could practically feel holes being burnt into my skin like lasers.

Most of the group was coming over to my place so instead, Ezra and I dipped and decided to waste time at the movies and mall and wherever else we felt like bumming around.

Tuesday, about the same thing happened. I dodged his kiss by avoiding eye contact and keeping a few feet of distance between us. Ezra was sending the two of us odd looks, having picked up on the weird atmosphere around us. While Noah was busy smirking and amus