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The New Rules

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The air in Classroom 214 was thin and hot. I stood leaning against the desk, trying to breathe normally. My lips still felt hot from the kiss. My body still remembered the squeeze of the tiny closet.

Evans was calm now. Too calm. He had already opened his Lit book, acting like nothing world-changing had just happened.

“We have to set rules,” I said. My voice shook a little, but I made it strong.

“Go ahead,” Evans said, tapping his pen on a page about Greek gods.

“First rule: No more janitor clo
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