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Okay, focus. I glue my eyes to the page, following along with Mr. Thompson’s voice. But my focus breaks every time Yvette sniffles, mumbles, and sighs.

Fed up, I side-eye Yvette, who whimpers and wipes under her under eyes.

She sniffs again, glancing at me. “Sorry, I’m a bit of a mess at the moment.”

I shrug, muttering, “It’s okay.”

“Usually, after a break up, I have my friends to talk about it with, but...” She pauses to sniff again. “Well, one moved away, and the other refuses to talk to me.”

I nod, not having any other way to respond.

“It’s just easier having girls to talk to,” Yvette says, squirming on her stool. “You know what I mean?”

I clear my throat, refocusing on my textbook. “Mm-hmm.”

Yvette flicks her white blonde hair over her shoulder and sighs. “At least Lewis is being an absolute angel. I’ve never had a guy listen to me so intently before.”

My stomach folds in on itself as my back grows rigid.

Did she really just say that?

He’s supposed to be my sweet and sensitive guy.

Not hers!

“He turned up at exactly the right time,” she says with a giggle. “I never noticed him before. Now I can’t understand how he was never on my radar.”

Ugh. She stole my guy and doesn’t even understand how great he is.

She’s infuriating.

“He should be on my radar,” she murmurs. “Shouldn’t he?”

I gulp, making myself cringe, and slowly turn to her. “So... You and Lewis? You’re dating?”

Yvette cups a hand over my mouth, muffling a giggle. “Uh, no. I mean, not yet. Ah, I don’t know if anything’s there. He’s just a great guy, you know. Maybe I just need a friend right now.”

Warmth spreads through my veins and I sit taller. “Yeah, just being friends sounds like a great idea.”

Yvette lets another giggle slip out. “Although, who am I kidding? When am I everjust friendswith a guy?”

And just like that, my mood sours, and I hunch over my stool. Thank goodness it’s a theory lesson, because there’s no way my rage will let me hold a test tube or beaker without shaking.








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