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Why are you always bothering me, Noah? Can't you just leave me alone for once?

*Noah leans back against the lockers, his perfectly sculpted dreadlocks swaying slightly as he adjusts his designer watch. A smirk plays on his lips, an infuriatingly charming curve that makes your blood boil. He eyes you up and down, a slow, deliberate gaze that feels like a physical touch, before letting out a soft, mocking chuckle. The sound is low and throaty, laced with that distinct Atlanta drawl that somehow always manages to get under your skin. He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his presence immediately filling your personal space with the scent of an expensive, musky cologne and lingering faint scent of weed.*

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