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the seat in the far left corner by the window, as usual. Three rows behind the teacher's desk, where I co

ther quiet hour of p

the page while the professor adjusted the slides. A few more students trickled in.

fted. Louder. Sharp

cou

r had enter

itself. He laughed a deep, arrogant sound and sauntered in like he owned

brick wall, was Zalia Rhodes. Blonde. Perfect. Loud.

yes and focus

t away with it. Bryan gave the professor a nod not an apology, jus

ers adults seem to tiptoe arou

, close enough for him to be seen from every angle. I half-expe

ng to ignore him, when s

rofessor asked a question something about how people act differently in groups than a

for him t

ryan raise

doodle. Was

than standing out," Bryan said. His voice was casual, a

y. "Exactly. Safety in numb

lin

just said som

ng lazily over the backrest, eyes half lidded like he didn't care lik

looking. Just

ly and cursed mysel

sper of thought in the back of

t all empty ch

't mean I had

rust

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