Forty-one | 21 days, 15th hour
"Stella, you look pale," I shake my head, tilting my forehead against my palm. "I'm perfectly fine." "Well then, you know, other than trying to get the boy's attention, there's also other problems you need to worry about." Mr. Simon Lowell mutters under his breath, twisting a number one pencil in his fingers. He lingers his gaze on me, a cunning smile on his face For a moment, I imagine Audrey in front of me, that cunning smile on her own face. She would have asked me by now if Cain and I kissed or if we already went on a date. Or if we did it. And I'm guess you'd know what 'it' means. I'd tell her no. Then we'd begin laughing at each other's jokes. I let out a sigh, shaking my head, "What other problems do I need to worry about now?" I pick up the math exercise I was doing a while
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