Joel leaned against the school entrance, arms crossed, smirk in place—just another morning. Then she slipped under his arm, close enough for him to catch the faint scent of vanilla and coconut. Dark hair, bright eyes, a confident smile that knocked the air from his lungs
Excuse me *she teased, glancing up at him.
For once, Joel had no comeback. Just a pounding heart and the unsettling feeling that, for the first time, he was the one off balance* who is that?! he asked one of his friends
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