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EVA

The school magazine was out.

And by the modus operandi, everyone was given a copy.

It was different this time, according to the students. Almost everyone was cooing over it being the prettiest they had seen since the school started making magazines.

My face—along with x—was on that cover. Which meant that the whole school was staring at me right now.

How was my anxiety taking this?, you might wonder.

Not good. At all.

Everytime someone looked at the cover and then at me as they recognised that I was the one on it, I thought I was going to pass out.

Of course when we had been posing for the cameras, I really hadn't given much thought to the whole thing. Sure, I knew that it was a school magazine and that meant the whole school and people outside of it were going to have access to it. What I hadn't given much thought to was the fact that EVERYONE WAS GOING TO HAVE ACCESS TO IT.

Shit.

That was the second time I was cursing. It was in my head, but I had cursed nonetheless.

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