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Even after I told Gigi she was completely nuts, I couldn't shake off the thought. It lingered in my chest like an unwelcome guest, tapping its foot mockingly, as if to say, "You sure about that, sweetheart?"
Was there...perhaps, in some alternate reality where logic didn't apply, a chance that Gigi was actually right? That Adrien Fell, my lifelong tormentor, the guy who once tossed a frog in my locker and cracked up while I screamed in shock, was now… in love with me?
The idea was so absurd I actually snorted out loud. But then, because my brain clearly had it out for me, I recalled the look on his face in the woods.
That raw, fiery anger. The way his eyes blazed like I had personally ripped his heart out and stomped on it. It felt… jealous.
