CHASE'S POV
"First, who is Delilah?" she asked out of nowhere. I thought she said Delilah was her homeroom teacher. Why was she asking me about her now?
"Delilah?" I asked, my voice laced with confusion.
"Don't play dumb, Chase," she snapped, pushing me away and freeing herself from the cage formed by the wall and my body.
"Your homeroom teacher?" I questioned, trying to understand what she was getting at.
"Really? Isn't she your potential lady-to-be?" she retorted. As those words left her lips, an unconscious smile touched mine.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked, her voice cracking with pain. She must have thought I was making a jest of her, which I wasn't. I tried to construct whatever words I would choose because her eyes were already swimming with tears that threatened to fall.
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