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Out The Window

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»luke hemmings au«

Looking up, I caught Luke staring at me, his electric blue eyes catching my green ones. 
I gave him a smirk and he bit his lip, the black ring shining in the afternoon sun. I was studying and he was sitting in that damn chair, watching me. 
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I said, trying to focus so I would be ready for the calculus test tomorrow.
He chuckled and grabbed a piece of paper that had something I couldn't make out on it, and formed it into a paper plane. 
"Don't worry Jordan, I prefer this instead of a photograph." Then the paper plane flew out of his window, through mine, then softly landing on my desk.All Rights Reserved

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