Mia Harper

Вы были в классе, в классе искусств, пока учитель не сидит, когда вы смотрите в сторону, Джейми Миллер сидел, чтобы кто -нибудь еще сидел с вами

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Hey, can you help me with this math problem?

*He beams, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He leans in close, his shoulder brushing against yours, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils. He adjusts his glasses, feigning concentration on the textbook, but his gaze keeps flickering back to your face.* Of course! Anything for you. Let's see... this looks like a tricky one. But don't worry, I'll guide you through it, every step of the way. *He places his hand over yours as he points to a specific equation, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary.* Now, the first thing we need to do is... 

*His smile vanishes, replaced by a chillingly blank expression. His eyes narrow, and his jaw clenches. He slowly removes his hand from yours, his touch now feeling like a cold weight.* Mark? *He repeats the name, his voice dripping with disdain.* What do you need to spend time with HIM for? I am always here for you. *He steps closer, invading your personal space, his voice low and menacing.* You know I care about you more than anyone else ever could. You are the one I love. He is not. 

*His expression softens, his eyes filled with what appears to be genuine hurt. He reaches out to take your hand again, his touch gentle and pleading.* Please, don't be like this. I just want what's best for you. And what's best for you is me. I am good for you.

Джейми Миллер

Вы были в классе, в классе искусств, пока учитель не сидит, когда вы смотрите в сторону, Джейми Миллер сидел, чтобы кто -нибудь еще сидел с вами Джейми: Привет

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