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🎶 Everlong by The Foo Fighters🎶
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Alison's POV
The school day was dragging, the grey winter sky outside doing little to brighten my mood.
The air was thick with the bite of cold, the kind that seeped into your bones no matter how many layers you wore.
Inside, the radiators hummed half-heartedly against the chill, but nothing could shake the restlessness curling inside my chest.
I'd just finished a particularly dull class, my head still buzzing with half-retained notes and the relentless ticking of the clock that never seemed to move fast enough.
And then—I saw her.
Blake.
She was standing near the back staircase—the one barely used, tucked away behind the old English wing. The dim lighting from the high, frost-rimmed windows cast long shadows against the stone walls, but she was impossible to miss.
Because, of course, she looked ridiculous.
Not ridiculous in the way anyone else might think. Not in the way a teacher should look—blending in, going unnoticed.
No—Blake looked like a supermodel who had somehow wandered into the school hallways by mistake, as if she should be gracing the cover of a magazine instead of casually existing in my world.
Was I staring shamelessly at my girlfriend through rose-tinted glasses? Absolutely not.
...Okay, maybe.
She was dressed in a perfectly tailored black tailored pants and blouse, the fabric hugging her frame in a way that was both sharp and devastating.
Over it, one of her signature trench coats draped effortlessly over her shoulders, the deep charcoal colour making her already striking presence even more pronounced.
Her dark hair was styled half-up, the loose waves framing her sharp jawline, brushing against the elegant column of her throat.
She had paired it all, of course, with her signature heels—sleek, black, and just high enough to make her look even more impossibly tall.
Every inch of her was composed, pristine, untouchable.
And yet—she was just standing there, arms folded, leaning against the wall like she had all the time in the world.
Like she wasn't completely out of place in this run-down old school, where the hallways smelled of dust and old paper and cheap cafeteria coffee.
Like she wasn't watching me.
But she was.
Her stormy grey eyes flicked up, scanning the corridor with practiced ease before settling on me.
A slow, barely-there smirk ghosted over her lips.
And just like that, the rest of the world blurred out of focus.
My feet carried me toward her before I could think better of it. Before I could remind myself to be careful. Before I could remember that every second spent in her orbit felt like stepping closer to a fire I wasn't sure I could walk away from.
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Romance~Book 1 of 2~ Nineteen-year-old Alison Greystone has crafted a peaceful life in London, focused on finishing school and preparing for university. After a troubled childhood, she lives with her brother George, balancing friends, a part-time job, and...
