#Chapter38

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The following Monday, Noah greeted me with a kiss on my cheek in the morning.

Luckily, I was late to class and the halls were empty so nobody saw. I didn't have a chance to yell at him because he had skipped off before I could even process what happened.

At lunch, he was on the opposite end of the table and spent the whole time leaned back in his seat, looking at me with a smirk on his face. I spent the whole lunch avoiding his gaze which was difficult because I could practically feel holes being burnt into my skin like lasers.

Most of the...