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Lunch time always had its own crazy vibe, trays clattering, voices overlapping, and that unmistakable hum of laughter from teenagers filling the cafeteria. The air was filled with the scent of coffee and greasy fries, mixed with the distant sound of music leaking from someone's earbuds.
I had just stepped inside when I heard a familiar, loud squeal.
"NOAH VALENTINE!"
Before I could even turn around, a pink blur with curls rushed into me, almost knocking my tray out of my hands.
"Gigi-!" I gasped, stumbling back as she hugged me tightly. "Oh my god, I can't breathe-"
She pulled back just enough to give me a dramatic once-over. "You look alive. Barely, but alive. Two weeks in isolation with Adrien Fell and you still have a soul? That's a miracle. Maybe I should book you a spiritual cleansing or even an exorcism."
I laughed so hard it hurt. "It wasn't that bad."
