Theo had always believed Jeanne saw him differently from everyone else.To the rest of the class, she was the calm, self-disciplined class president. But around him, she lost her composure. She'd blush, snap, and argue. He'd taken that spark as proof that she cared.So, when the SATs were finally over, he gathered every ounce of courage he had and confessed to her.But Jeanne just looked at him with confusion."Why?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Don't you like me?"Seventeen-year-old Jeanne frowned, as if she were staring at a strange creature. "No. I don't. I don't like you, or these flowers, or your troublemaking friends."It was Theo's first time being rejected, and the sting was sharper than he'd imagined. "Why not? Is it because I turned in your model cars? Or because you think I'm ugly?"Jeanne turned to leave, but when she caught the shimmer in his eyes, she stopped.She met his gaze, her words steady and deliberate. "It's neither. I like gentle people. But you always
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