Our Love Story
Blake sighed, already knowing he’d be stuck with people he didn’t want to work with.
Mr. Dawson ignored the complaints, picking up a sheet of paper. “I’ve already assigned the groups, so listen up.”
Blake leaned back in his seat, waiting.
The teacher started listing off names, and then—
“Group four: Blake, Catherine, Charlie, Amelia, Jake, and Lisa.”
Blake stiffened.
Charlie let out a low whistle. “Well, this just got interesting.”
Blake’s eyes flickered toward Amelia, who was sitting two rows ahead. She had a neutral expression, but he saw the way her fingers curled slightly against her desk.
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