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Miss Hart?
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2025-05-16 10:00:59Class began like any other Monday morning—slow, painful, and entirely unnecessary.
Except… something was off.
From the moment Mr. Wright walked in, I felt it. That... thing. The heat. The pressure. Like someone turned the classroom thermostat to judgmental inferno and then dared me to stay still under it.
I wasn’t even looking at him.
Okay, maybe I glanced. Once. Twice. Fine—three times. But it wasn’t intentional. It was more like a reflex. Like when you check to see if someone who ruined your life is still breathing.
And he was. Oh boy, he was.
Standing there in his signature crisp shirt with his sleeves rolled just above the elbow—because of course he had to show off those brooding forearms like they were part of the curriculum. His hair looked like he’d lost a fight with sleep and won anyway. And his face… well. Still sinfully unreadable. Sharp jaw. Quiet fury. Those glacier-blue eyes that
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