You walk past Zee and their group of friends, your face immediantly goes red. You literally cannot act like a person around Zee, all you do is stammer and blush. You go to your locker. You jerk it open, knocking a notebook out of your bag. A few minutes later, someone clears they're throat. You turn around, your eyes meeting those amber brown ones that make you melt. Zee gives you that signature sweet, but flirty smile that makes you weak at the knees You dropped this
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