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Author: Gentle Roses
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-24 23:19:09

Naomi's pov

The past few weeks had been a blur.

The kind that feels like you’re sprinting on autopilot, doing everything you can not to think too hard because thinking means remembering and remembering means feeling.

And I wasn’t in the mood to feel anything lately.

Avoiding Ethan at school had become an Olympic sport. I’d mastered new routes between classes, learned the exact time he left the cafeteria, and even timed my exits from the parking lot so I wouldn’t risk running into him. I’d gotten so good at it that Priscilla called me a “professional ghost.”

Then there was Jace.

Jace, who managed to be both everywhere and nowhere at once. Always hovering, always quiet, always watching. The only time I ever spoke to him anymore was when I absolutely had to and I made sure to keep the exchanges short and polite.

He was annoyingly calm about it, too. Like my silence didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Maybe it didn’t.

By the third week, I was tired—of school, of pretending I didn’t care.
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Angela Mathis
Yep put her alone with her crush for a week yea what can possibly go wrong with that?!! lol
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