Forbidden Collection
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“Yeah, I’ve got prep work. You all go ahead. Enjoy the break.”
The room empties quickly. Ms. Thompson waves goodbye, Mr. Davis grabs his thermos, and the others file out, chatting about weekend plans. The door clicks shut, leaving Elena and Nathan alone in the sudden quiet. The clock ticks softly; distant laughter from the hall filters in.
Elena stretches, arching her back with a soft groan. “Finally, some peace. These seniors are killing me with their run-on sentences.”
Nathan chuckles, setting down his planner and walking over to her table. He leans against it, arms crossed, his button-up shirt straining slightly over his chest. “Tell me about it. My calculus class thinks derivatives are a