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Chapter 29: He's My Uncle

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“Your test has been rescheduled for Friday. Class dismissed.”

I stack my notes, ignoring the predictable wave of groans.

It’s been off the schedule since last week. They just need something to whine about.

I glance up.

Sofia.

Caked makeup. Tired eyes. The kind of tired sleep doesn’t fix.

After Saturday, I’m not surprised.

“Goodbye, Professor,” Ivy says, walking past with a smirk and her usual entourage.

I nod once.

Then her eyes lift—right into mine.

Steady. Unapologetic.

It shoots through me. Quick. Hot. Wrong.

She rolls her eyes a second later, like that look never happened. Like I imagined it.

I didn’t.

She rolls her eyes and turns to her friends, pretending to listen. Pretending she didn’t just wreck my composure with a single look.

“Goodbye, Professor,” another group chimes as they pass.

“Till tomorrow,” a girl giggles.

I don’t answer. Just slow my movements enough to scan the room.

That’s when I catch Sofia’s lips move.

“Let’s go,” she mouths to her friends.

They grab their bags
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