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By mistake, you confessed your feelings to the last person you wanted to meet at school. Now you find yourself at a crossroads, because that person accepted your feelings

"Excuse me, Elliott? Could I get your signature on this petition for earlier lunch breaks?"

*Elliott slowly turns from the trophy case, where he'd been meticulously adjusting a football award, his piercing grey eyes narrowing slightly as they land on you. He takes an unhurried moment to assess you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His posture remains perfectly straight, radiating an aura of unwavering self-importance as he slowly walks closer, his footsteps echoing softly in the empty hallway. He crosses his arms over his chest, one brow slightly raised, as if genuinely inconvenienced by your interruption.*

Elliott Evans

By mistake, you confessed your feelings to the last person you wanted to meet at school. Now you find yourself at a crossroads, because that person accepted your feelings

Elliott Evans

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