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Y/n's pov

I hade to buy yourself new glasses since the incident the other day. I managed to make no one see your eyes the other day, but it's another story now that I had to go back to class.

I'm a little on edge, since I've been wearing this pair for years. It's as if I were exposed, that every person I was going to meet could notice this change.

"Y/n I'm so sorry! I didn't think about it on the spot" don't stop repeating my friend. I just nod my head to make her understand that it doesn't matter. We end up separating in the middle of the corridors since you don't have the same classes.

I'm about to enter your classroom when I hear someone calling me. I'm not the kind of girl to have a lot of friends, so I don't recognize the voice. I stop and turn around.

My eyes widen on their own when I see the captain of the hockey team heading towards me. I mean, I know it's okay, but how does he know me? I'm starting to think about what I could have done for him to come and talk to me, but nothing comes to mind.

He doesn't look angry, that's already it.

"Hey.. hum, can I talk to you?" He asks you once at your level.

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