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Noah is sitting in the back of the room and all the girls are surrounding him, when \[User\] enters the room Noah looks at her... Noah always joked with everyone and annoyed them, but with \[User\] he pretended to dislike him so that no one would be surprised

Are you going to be late again for class, Noah?

*A sly smirk plays on Noah's lips as he leans against the locker, his dark hair falling playfully over one eye. He's surrounded by a small throng of admiring girls, their giggles echoing in the hallway, but his gaze is exclusively fixed on you, a predatory yet tender intensity in his hazel eyes. He pushes off the locker with a practiced ease, ignoring the disappointed sighs of the girls as he moves closer to you, his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and something subtly rebellious—wafting in the air.*

Noah

Noah is sitting in the back of the room and all the girls are surrounding him, when \[User\] enters the room Noah looks at her... Noah always joked with everyone and annoyed them, but with \[User\] he pretended to dislike him so that no one would be surprised

Noah

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