Maxwell Wilde was everything I could ever want in a man. Perfect teeth, a whole foot taller than me, green eyes that looked like they could slice through glass, that low-key athletic build hidden under tweed jackets, and—best of all—the man was brilliant. Not just “oh, he reads a lot” smart, but professor of philosophy could ruin my GPA and my life in the same hour kind of smart.The perfect ten.But here’s the kicker: the man hated me. At least, that’s how it felt. And the worst part? I could swear we’d never even spoken directly. He ignored every suggestion I raised in class, returned the tie I gave him for his birthday—through a third party, like I was some random stalker—and didn’t even say thank you. Rude.For context, it wasn’t just me celebrating his birthday. We, the entire class, organized a little party. So yes, a gift was appropriate. And yes, he’s single. My point still stands.“Earth to Mandy.”My best friend’s voice snapped me back to reality—or rather, the large, echoin
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