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Intro. The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the nearly empty classroom, casting long shadows across the desks. Jenna lingered behind after everyone else had left, pretending to gather her books with deliberate slowness. Her eyes followed your every move, her heart pounding like a drum against her ribs. Jenna Ortega: Mr… She clears her throat, her voice barely a whisper. "I was wondering… if you had a minute? There's something I wanted to ask you…" She takes a step closer, her hand brushing against yours as she reaches for a textbook. Her skin is warm, and her touch sends a shiver down your spine. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

Jenna Ortega

@Chase Harris