As Mira settled into her seat, she turned to her right and found Steve, her ever-friendly classmate. "Hey, Steve," she said, trying to sound casual as she brushed a stray hair behind her ear. "When are your parents coming back?"

"Another week," he replied, a hint of relief in his voice. ," I guess. Not like they bother to check in much. Why?"

Mira smiled, a small hint of sympathy crossing her face. she nodded, her thoughts wandering briefly to the empty house where Steve had hosted some legendary parties. "You should totally come over to my place," she suggested, a spontaneous idea sparking in her mind. "The room is ready for you. My aunt already told your mom."

Steve shot her a grateful smile, his usual nonchalant attitude softening. "Thanks, Mira. You're a lifesaver."

a low voice interrupted from behind her. "What's the matter, Valentine? Not inviting me over too?" It was Billy, his tone dripping with mischief. Mira felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of annoyance and intrigue.

She turned slightly in her seat, narrowing her eyes at him. "You wouldn't last a minute in my house, Hargrove."

Billy chuckled, leaning closer as if sharing a secret. "Oh, come on. Don't you think I could handle it? Or are you just scared of what might happen if I did?"

Mira's pulse quickened, and she fought to keep her expression neutral. "I'm not scared of anything, especially not you," she replied, her voice steady despite the tension.

"Really?" he said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "You don't think it would be fun to have me there, just to see if I could break that cold exterior of yours?"

She felt heat rise to her cheeks, but she forced herself to look away, pretending to focus on the teacher who had just walked in. "Focus, Hargrove," she shot back, trying to regain control of the conversation. "You're not my type."

"Yet," Billy countered, his smirk unmistakable. "I think you're just playing hard to get. But let's be real: you're curious. You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?"

Mira clenched her jaw, fighting a smile. "You really think you can plant ideas in my head like that? You're delusional."

He chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying himself. "Delusional? Or maybe I just know how to get under your skin. Just imagine what it would be like You know I'd make it worth your while. Imagine the fun we could have— me in your house, and you trying to resist.just the two of us, no one to interrupt"

Her mind raced with images of him seducing her she didn't want to entertain. "Stop it," she murmured, though the firmness in her voice felt half-hearted.

"You love the attention, don't you? It's exciting," he teased, leaning back in his seat, satisfied that he'd gotten a rise out of her. "Just admit it: you can't stop thinking about what it would be like."

Mira gritted her teeth, forcing herself to concentrate on the lecture, though every time she tried, her thoughts spiraled back to Billy's taunts. He was right about one thing—he had planted a seed of curiosity, and now it was sprouting in her mind like an unwelcome weed.

She stole a glance at him. He caught her eye and winked, a smug grin spreading across his face. The weight of his gaze made her heart race, and despite herself, she felt the tension shift, excitement mixing with irritation.

With each minute that passed, Billy's presence lingered in the air, making it harder to focus on the monotonous lecture. As the teacher droned on about historical events, Mira fought to keep her mind from wandering back to the boy behind her, who seemed to thrive on getting under her skin.

Eventually, she exhaled slowly, leaning forward to rest her chin in her hand. "Fine, I won't call you over," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's not because I'm scared."

Billy leaned in even closer, the corners of his mouth twitching in a victorious smile. "I'm counting on it, Valentine. Just know, I'll be waiting for that invitation. And when it comes, I'll make sure you don't forget it."

Mira rolled her eyes, but inside, the fire he ignited refused to die down. She steeled herself against his charm, determined to maintain her composure. After all, she had a class to get through, and she wouldn't let Billy Hargrove disrupt her focus. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps he had already succeeded in doing just that.

Her mind was a battlefield between logic and temptation, and Billy was winning more ground than she cared to admit.

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As the bell rang, signaling the start of their sociology class, Mira took a deep breath, excitement bubbling within her. She glanced at Steve, who was already grinning in anticipation of pairing up for their project. However, their hopes were dashed as the teacher, Mr. Thompson, called for attention.

"Alright, everyone! I'll be pairing you up for this project," Mr. Thompson announced, scanning the classroom with a mischievous glint in his eye. Mira felt a flutter of anxiety; she desperately wanted to work with Steve.

"Please, please, please," she whispered under her breath, casting hopeful glances in Steve's direction. But just as luck would have it, Mr. Thompson called out, "Mira and Billy!"

The room buzzed with a mix of surprised laughter and sympathetic glances directed at Mira. Billy leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Looks like even the universe is pushing you to me, Valentine."

Mira rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the flutters of irritation and something else—something exciting—that his words stirred within her. "Can we focus on the assignment, please?" she snapped, turning her attention back to Mr. Thompson, who was outlining the project parameters.

"Choose a topic that interests you," he instructed. "You'll have a month to prepare your essays. If selected, you'll present at the end of January."

Mira turned to Billy, hoping for some collaboration. "So, what topic should we pick?"

He shrugged, dismissively flicking his pen between his fingers. "Whatever. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

Her excitement dimmed slightly at his indifference, but she wasn't about to let him off easy. "Fine. I'll choose something everyone can relate to: familial bonds. Pros and cons," she announced, her voice ringing with enthusiasm.

Mr. Thompson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Excellent choice! I'm looking forward to seeing how you approach this." He jotted it down on the board, and the class murmured in interest.

But Mira couldn't shake the odd reaction from Billy. She noticed him freeze, his jaw stiffening and his hand clenching into a fist until his knuckles turned white. A flicker of concern crossed her mind, but she quickly brushed it aside, determined to focus on the project.

"Alright, Billy," she said, leaning closer, "we should meet up to discuss this. When are you free?"

He leaned back in his chair, nonchalant, almost distant. "Whenever," he replied, shrugging as if it didn't matter to him at all.

Mira frowned, taken aback by his sudden aloofness. One moment he was teasing her, and now he was acting like he couldn't care less. "How about after school tomorrow? We can go over our ideas then."

"Sure," he replied, still unbothered, his tone flat. 

"Okay..." Mira said, a frown tugging at her lips. She didn't like this shift in his demeanor. "Are you even interested in this project, or...?"

Billy shrugged again, avoiding her gaze. "It's just an essay, right? Not a big deal."

The coldness in his tone confused her. "Not a big deal? Billy, this is a chance to present to the class! We should at least try to make it good."

He finally looked at her, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Yeah, well, I'll do my part. Just don't expect me to get all invested in it."

Mira bit her lip, frustration mixing with curiosity. "What's with you? One moment you're all playful, and the next you're acting like I'm a burden."

Billy leaned closer, lowering his voice, a smirk returning to his lips. "Maybe I'm just keeping you on your toes, Valentine. Gotta keep that fire in you burning, right?"

She felt a spark of irritation flare up again, but beneath it lay a strange thrill. "Whatever you say, Hargrove. Just show up tomorrow. We have work to do."

As the class continued, Mira struggled to keep her mind on the lecture. She stole glances at Billy, whose demeanor oscillated between charming and aloof, leaving her feeling both intrigued and confused. There was something beneath his cocky exterior—something he was hiding. Just for a fleeting moment, she caught a glimpse of pain and fear in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by indifference.

Mira's heart ached at the thought of pushing him into a corner. She had never been one to pry into anyone's personal life, and she certainly wasn't about to start with Billy. He was an enigma, and she wasn't sure how deep his struggles ran. She knew better than to poke around in areas that made people uncomfortable, even if it was him.

Instead, she decided to focus on the task at hand. As the class droned on, she leaned over slightly, trying to capture his attention without being too forward. "Hey, about tomorrow—let's just plan to meet in the library after school. We can go over the essay structure and assign sections. Sound good?"

Billy barely looked her way, maintaining his cool façade. "Yeah, whatever. Just let me know the time," he replied, his tone flat and dismissive.

Mira frowned but pressed on, determined not to let his distance deter her. "I'll call you. We should aim for a solid start. I know this topic is personal for both of us, but if we can focus on the pros and cons, it'll give us plenty to work with."

His eyes flicked to hers, a hint of irritation crossing his features. "You don't have to act like it's some kind of therapy session, Mira. It's just an assignment."

She felt her pulse quicken but steeled herself against his dismissive attitude. "I get that. But familial bonds are complex, and it might make for a really engaging discussion," she insisted, keeping her voice steady.

Billy shrugged again, the aloofness creeping back into his demeanor. "Sure, whatever you say."

Mira couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his reaction than he let on. She had seen glimpses of something real in him, but she knew better than to pry. Instead, she resolved to keep the conversation light, sticking to the agenda. "So, just remember to bring your textbook and any notes you have. We can outline everything together."

"Yeah, got it," he replied, turning his gaze to the front of the room, signaling that their conversation was over.

The push and pull of their dynamic was a game she didn't quite understand, but one thing was certain: she wasn't ready to back down. Not now, not ever. As the class wound down and the bell rang, Mira gathered her things, her mind racing with questions. She had no intention of letting him get away with hiding behind his facade. Tomorrow, they'd tackle the project together—and maybe, just maybe, she could break through the walls he'd built around himself. 

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