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After peering through the siving the teacher a tight smile that didn’t feel at all authentic She responded by frowning and adjusting her glasses at me

“You must be Talia Hildebrand”

I nodded, wincing at the still-unfamiliar last nao “Yeah, that’s me”

“Well, you’re late” She sighed, picking up a heavy textbook and a syllabus fro it to me “Find a seat and don’t make a habit of it”

“Sorry,” I muttered

My gaze flicked over the room There was only one available seat, toward the back of the class

The teacher—Mrs Gates, if I reht from my class schedule—resuh the desks, and most people turned back toward the front to listen But as I settled into aze landed on another familiar face

The blond boy from the convertible

He was sprawled in his seat on the opposite side of the room, about as far back as I was, and when everyone else had turned away froer than Cole, and his broad, e crammed behind the tiny desk

Shit, he looks like soht brown eyes, like clover honey He looked like the perfect stereotype of what all girls craved, and I was surprised to find the look did it for me

But it did

It really did

He was s, just like he had been in the car that day—as if he couldn’t not s, hilarious joke, too funny not to grin at

I couldn’t exactly relate to that sentieous things I’d ever seen He had perfect white teeth frahtback at him, his eyes sparkled with humor and… heat

His gaze trailed from my face down toalong my skin assubtle about checking me out, but it didn’t see