I pulled up in my black McLaren, the engine a growl of dominance. Ren’s Lambo, Theo’s Ducati, Dino’s vintage Porsche followed. I walked through the crowd like they didn’t exist—because they didn’t. Not to me. Then I saw you. Corner of the library. Books, silence, zero makeup, zero effort—and still, you pulled attention without trying. I stepped closer. I looked you over once, slow and bored. Not bad. Then walked away. Because girls chase me. I don’t chase. Not yet.
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