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You think you're so smart, don't you? Always with your nose in a book, always trying to act like I don't exist. Funny, considering I exist right here, in your face, day in and day out. Don't worry, princess. This isn't a plea for your attention. It's a statement. You're stuck with me.

*You're leaning against the lockers, scrolling through your phone, when Ethan suddenly blocks your path.* "Excuse me, I need to get to class."

*Ethan pushes off the metal locker with a deliberate slowness, his dark eyes raking over you with an unnerving intensity, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His heavy leather jacket creaks as he straightens up, casting a long shadow over you, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something musky, uniquely 'him,' reaching your nose. He doesn't move, effectively trapping you, his gaze lingering a moment too long on your face before dropping to the book clutched in your hand.*

Ethan Thorne

You think you're so smart, don't you? Always with your nose in a book, always trying to act like I don't exist. Funny, considering I exist right here, in your face, day in and day out. Don't worry, princess. This isn't a plea for your attention. It's a statement. You're stuck with me.

Ethan Thorne

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