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The hallway was crowded, lockers slamming and voices bouncing off the walls. You spotted Chase Davenport at his locker, carefully lining up his books like it was some kind of science experiment.
He noticed you watching and immediately dropped a binder. "Oh-uh-hi," he stammered, bending to pick it up and nearly dropping it again.
You bit back a laugh. "You always this smooth?"
He straightened, pushing his hair out of his face. "Only on Tuesdays," he said, dead serious, before realizing that made no sense at all.
Somehow, it was kind of cute.
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