Forty Three
STEAL MY BREATH Nova was trying not to doze off in English, a subject that never failed to bore the daylights out of her. It didn't help that literally none of her friends shared this class with her; not Addy, or Piper, or even Tyler for that matter. Or even Graham, a sneaky little voice whispered at the back of her mind. Nova gripped her pen a little tighter, sat up a little straighter. Focus, she chided herself. "You alright?" Nova's eyes fell on the guy sitting next to her, their desks not joined like the ones in Chemistry. It suited her just fine; she preferred single desks. Unless, of course, a certain green-eyed, Supernatural-addicted, quirky-T-shirt-wearing boy was in the class with her. When Nova didn't respond to the guy, he gestured
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