Damien
Right. She had that ring on her middle finger. That means she wasn't engaged and she wasn't anyone's fiancee. Why didn't I notice it before?
I was just sick by that ring and fooled my own eyes. Wow. What was wrong with me?
Parting my lips when I aimed to talk, some kids initiated knocking on the door. After a few loud bangs, I grunted in annoyance and opened the door, pushing Belle behind my back.
“Dude, why was the door locked?” A guy from 9th grade who stood in front of me asked in confusion.
“Because I locked it, honey.” Belle interrupted as she slid past me and winked at the boy.
Are you serious?
The guy's mouth hung open. “Belle.” Oh, being a junior, he was addressing her so informally. Even I didn't reach that level.
Belle flashed him a grin. “Hi, Noah.”
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