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bbled notes a testament to her growing frustration. Her eyes drifted toward the

s lingering on the sea of unfamiliar faces. That's when she saw him – Kyle, the object of whispers and admiring glances. Hi

simmering just below the surface. Wh

son strode in, a warm smile on her face.

her belongings, her eyes avoiding Kyle's. She

she accidentally knocked over her pen holder, sen

a hand brush against hers. She looked up to find Kyle's piercing

s voice low and smooth,

their fingers touching briefly. The spark of electri

into step beside Sage. "Hey, how was class

se herself. "It was... interesting," she

"Interesting?" he repea

. "Kyle's just so... infuriating," she ex

thetic. "Maybe it's because he's so... captivati

good-naturedly. "You'

age's shoulders. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just

s no bright side when it comes to Kyle.

aybe he's not as bad as you think. Maybe

ebrow. "You're de

devil's advocate. But seriously, Sage, you have to

. "I suppose you're right. But tha

you to like him. But maybe, just maybe, y

but wonder if Mason was right. Was there more to Kyle t

xpression on his face. He had noticed the way Sage's eyes sparkled when she

t was. But he knew he wanted to see more of Sage's smile. A