Chapter 2

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I burst through the lecture hall doors, my heart racing from the sprint. But, of course, Miss Kaylene wasn't there yet. The usual suspects were already in full swing - Beauty and her crew gossiping like their lives depended on it, Aliyah the nerd lost in her own world (secretly my favorite, but shh, don't tell her!). And then, my eyes landed on Her - the mysterious girl who makes my blood boil with a single smirk.

I gave her my signature intimidating stare, but she just smiled sweetly and I felt my resolve crumble. I took my seat, trying to shake off the distraction. Miss Kaylene swept in, commanding the room with her presence. She's a force to be reckoned with - petite, tall, and stunning. My mind started to wander (why, oh why, do I always do this?!).

After what felt like an eternity, class ended, and I raced to the library to cram in some studying. I settled into a hidden corner, blasting music and diving into my work. Hours flew by, and I emerged victorious, ready to tackle the day (or so I thought).

As I packed up, I found a cheeky note on my windshield: "You look hot when you're angry, but not hot enough to make me shake in my boots." Ugh, who does this?! I crumpled the note and tossed it aside.

After a quick pit stop at McDonald's (because, let's be real, cooking was not happening today), I headed home, ready to devour my food and collapse. But first, a refreshing shower and some vanilla coconut lotion to soothe my frazzled nerves.

As I drifted off to sleep on the couch, my neck screaming in protest, I knew I was done for the day. The pillow beckoned, and I succumbed to its softness, letting the sweet embrace of sleep wash over me.

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