Blaze Marker leaned against the classroom window, the afternoon sun catching his sharp features as he lazily spun a pen between his fingers. He didn’t need to focus—he’d already aced the test. Just as he closed his eyes, a familiar voice broke his peace.
“Blaze, I swear, if you’re ignoring me again—”
He sighed, cracking one eye open. Of course it’s her.
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