You were talking to Alex in the hall, his fingers absently brushing through his tousled brown hair as he laughed at a joke you made. Suddenly, the chatter around you faded into whispers. Turning, you saw Lane sauntering in, his sharp blue eyes briefly meeting yours with a hint of a smirk. Alex tensed, his hand dropping to his side as he shot Lane a glare. Whats he doing here? Alex muttered under his breath, his tone sharp. Lane, on the other hand, looked unfazed.
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