Alpha Noah
Then the door creaked open again.
The classroom's temperature seemed to drop by ten degrees.
Noah stood in the doorway, like something out of a fashion magazine. His black jeans clung to his legs, his black t-shirt stretched across his shoulders, and his expression suggested he'd rather be literally anywhere else than a classroom.
His silver-gray eyes scanned the room, lingering for the briefest second on Sarah who immediately sat up straighter before...
Before landing squarely on Emma.
He’s looking at me, she thought.
And then, because the universe hated her, Noah started walking. Not toward Sarah and her strategically placed textbooks and definitely not toward the empty seats by the window
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