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116 - Another Save From Amanda!

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(RORY’S POV)

The wave of relief that washed over me when Amanda appeared was immense, tangible. John, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected interruption, quickly rearranged his expression, replacing the fleeting glint of annoyance with a charming, almost practiced smile directed smoothly at Amanda. He truly was a master of superficial charm.

“Amanda! Hey, good to see you,” he said, his voice surprisingly warm, as if her sudden appearance was not an interruption but a welcome, delightful surprise. He even gave a casual, friendly nod, a gesture of effortless coolness. My stomach churned. He was smooth, undeniably smooth, I had to give him that much.

Amanda, however, was clearly not easily fooled. Her bright smile remained fixed, unwavering, but her eyes, those sharp, perceptive eyes, held a knowing glint that silently challenged his feigned politeness. “Hey, John. Just rescuing my friend here from… a particularly aggressive locker door,” she chirped, her voice light and innocent, ye
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