Maeve Lane had nothing to do at the moment and was waiting for a response from Julian Fairchild.
After sending him a long string of funny emojis, she received Julian Fairchild's first response.
[Delete.]
Maeve Lane: [?]
A red exclamation mark popped up.
[System: This user has enabled friend verification. You are not their friend yet.]
Maeve Lane: "..."
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The next morning.
Maeve Lane slung her bag over her shoulder, holding a freshly photocopied class schedule in her left hand, and leisurely walked into Julian Fairchild's classroom.
Julian Fairchild looked up with his cool eyes when he heard the commotion at the door, meeting the gaze Maeve Lane threw his way.
This kind of predatory look seemed perfectly natural on Maeve Lane.
But Julian Fairchild did not appreciate her gaze.
It was blatant, filled with a determination to win, and possessiveness, like a small beast stalking its prey.
