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Third P.O.V


A red head in the hall was punching the wall quite furiously, and it took a minute before he got his head straight.


(Y/N) had singlehandedly turned the situation against him, and there was nothing he could do about it.


"D*mn it!"


Jonathan cursed.


"Why can't they just be mine!"


A certain letter came to mind. Jonathan quickly pulled the letter out of his pocket and ripped the envelope that said 'When (Y/N) Isn't Yours'.


Jonathan originally wanted to throw it away because there was no way (Y/N) wasn't his, but for some reason, he put it in his pocket.


Reading it now, Jonathan felt like the stars lined up.


He would indeed get (Y/N), even if he had to share.


Meanwhile...


Jonathan didn't return to homeroom, but (Y/N) didn't care. They were currently in the middle of a very difficult math problem during math class.


The bell rang.


"Class dismissed."


(Y/N) stayed sitting as Lola wasn't in this class so (Y/N) wouldn't be bothered by anyone.


The silence didn't last.


Tara swaggered up to (Y/N) and stood in front of the desk.


"Hey, sugar~"


Tara winked at (Y/N). (Y/N) didn't even bother to look up.


"Get to the point."


Tara blinked for a moment before leaning over the desk and grabbing (Y/N)'s face to stare at them directly in their eyes.


"Date me."


(Y/N) blinked. Then blinked again.


Is this woman crazy?


Author's Note: Oooooh! It's getting interesting!

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