Hunter stumbled through the next day in a haze. The realization that Anissa's best example of romantic attention was a jerk like Declan had sent his mind into a tailspin. He'd gotten barely two hours of sleep between when he finally quieted his mind enough to rest and when his alarm went off in the morning. There was no Physics class today, so he wouldn't see Anissa. That should have been a relief to him, but it wasn't. Since admitting to himself last night how he felt about her, he wanted nothing more than to be able to see her and talk to her. But he knew he couldn't. He had to keep his distance, because that's what she wanted. He wished, more than anything, that he could take back the whole first part of the semester and start fresh, to take back the emails where he acted like a jerk and pushed her away, and go back to the part where she actually kind of liked him and wanted to study with him and talk to him. But there was no going back. He could only keep moving forward, and hope that something changed.
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