"l wasn’t wrong." "Absolutely not." Dorothy and Everett exchanged a knowing glance and broke into laughter, their shared amusement an unspoken bond.

His arm tightened around her slightly as he leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "What if you knew back then that I was the one writing you those love notes? Would you have read them?" Caught off guard by the question, Dorothy paused, pondering over an answer that deserved more than a cursory thought.

After all, back in the day, the thought of Everett, the golden boy of the school, harboring a crush on her seemed downright implausible.

Everett, with his heartthrob looks and top-tier grades, not to mention his family's clout—heck, even the principal would bend over backward to please him. That same guy claiming to have a crush on her? Dorothy could not even entertain the thought! Especially since Everett was known for his aloofness back then, he was not the warmest person and probably had stronger boundaries than she did. Aside from the strictly necessary interactions between desk mates, he would not say much else.

"I'd probably think you were pulling my leg, but then again, you never struck me as the joking type," Dorothy finally admitted, still struggling to imagine how she would have reacted.

One thing was for sure - she would not have agreed to date him.

Her middle school days were when Bella was undergoing her second surgery. Back then, Dorothy was so desperate to earn money that she spent every spare moment working, and any free time left was devoted to studying.

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it's for the best you never read them." Everett used to think that writing those love notes to Dorothy was the most foolish and embarrassing thing he

felt relieved she had not read

were now. Even

to grow

I really the only one you had a crush on?" Dorothy asked, the question burning in her throat despite

feared it might come off as self-indulgent and

all, they had spent years apart with absolutely

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