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      I got to school late because I slept in.
      I was pulling my books out of my locker, the hallway was empty because class had already started so I wad the only one here. Or so I thought.
      &quot;Hey, Jazzy,&quot; Lucas walked over and leaned against the locker beside mine. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave me his usual arrogant little smirk. He just got here and his eyes were already dancing with amusement.
      I mentally groaned. I shut my eyes and exhaled through my noes, trying to keep my calm. This was really not how I wanted to start my day.
      I turned to look at him, plastering on the most forced and fake smile I could manage. &quot;Lucas, always a pleasure to see you.&quot;
      He quirked an eyebrow, growing more amused because he could already easily see he was getting under my skin. He didn't even have to try, his presence simply irritated me b

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      &quot;Come on Jas—are you really not going to talk to me now?&quot; Evan groaned, following me down the hallway as I tried to get to class. I hadn't talked to him since I confronted him.
      It was just not okay that he went after Zac—especially over something as stupid as being jealous? I was tutoring Zac, we were friends—I was dating Evan. I couldn't see what there was for him to be so jealous or threatened by. Evan went too far, getting Zac hurt like that.
      &quot;Jas—&quot; Evan grabbed my arm and halted me to a stop. &quot;Are you going to be mad at me over Miller? Seriously?&quot; He spat out Zac's name with disgust.
      I was baffled. I laughed humourlessly. &quot;This isn't because of Zac. This is because of you. Frankly, you not being able to see that is what makes this even worse.&quot;
      Evan rolled his eyes, scoffing. &quot;I understand that you're mad 

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      Saturday—I was sitting in my empty house, watching the news in the living room because I was too lazy to find the remote.
      The doorbell rang. I thought it was a package delivery because my dad loved wasting his money on old vinyl records or first edition books.
      When I opened the front door, my head tilted quizzically.
      &quot;Miller? What are you doing at my house?&quot;
      Zac grinned at me, amusement washing over his features. &quot;Nice to see you too, Bloom.&quot;
      He allowed himself into my house, walking right past me. I gaped at him. &quot;What—what are you doing here?&quot;
      &quot;Nice home,&quot; he glanced around. &quot;Very—homey.&quot;
      I narrowed my eyes, baffled.What the hell was he doing here?
      &quot;Zac.&quot; I grabbed his arm, pulling him to stop wandering around like an elf and look at me. &quot;What are you doing here?&

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      I got to school late because I slept in.
      I was pulling my books out of my locker, the hallway was empty because class had already started so I wad the only one here. Or so I thought.
      &quot;Hey, Jazzy,&quot; Lucas walked over and leaned against the locker beside mine. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave me his usual arrogant little smirk. He just got here and his eyes were already dancing with amusement.
      I mentally groaned. I shut my eyes and exhaled through my noes, trying to keep my calm. This was really not how I wanted to start my day.
      I turned to look at him, plastering on the most forced and fake smile I could manage. &quot;Lucas, always a pleasure to see you.&quot;
      He quirked an eyebrow, growing more amused because he could already easily see he was getting under my skin. He didn't even have to try, his presence simply irritated me because he was a jackass. The biggest of them all, too.
      &quot;I guess your little lover-bo

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