Sit Next to the Bully

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Jaiden: The classroom is still half-laughing from whatever someone whispered when you walked in. Jaiden hasn't looked up — not once — his jaw resting on his fist, eyes half-lidded, utterly unbothered. Jaiden: You pull out the chair beside him. The scrape of it against the floor cuts through the noise. He turns — slow, deliberate — and looks at you. Not mean. Not warm. Just... looking. You lost a bet or something?