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Dedication

To every quiet glance, every stolen moment,

and every heart that beat a little faster in the hallways of youth.

This is for the ones who fell in love between math classes and whispered confessions,

who knew the magic of first love—pure, uncertain, unforgettable.

And to you,

who made growing up feel like falling in love every single day.

This story is ours.

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Author’s Note (Read Before You Judge)

First things first—English is NOT my first language. So if you're here just to play grammar teacher and point out every misplaced comma or imperfect sentence, kindly close the tab. This story wasn't written to impress the grammar police—it's for the vibe lovers, the emotion feelers, and the romance addicts.

The characters? They’re mine. Their choices, flaws, and chaos? Still mine. If you don't like them—cool, move on. But don’t drop hate in the comments like you're doing the world a favor. I didn’t write this story for your approval. I wrote it because my heart demanded it.

And if you’re still reading... welcome to the drama, the love, the mess—and all the magic in between.

Now, buckle up. Things are about to get wild.