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Gigi's voice rang through the hallway like a siren. "Wait—what?! You're just now telling me you're working with Ethan Seymour? Ethan freaking Seymour?"
I almost dropped the books I was holding. "Can you not yell that out for the whole school to hear?" I whispered, glancing around as a couple of freshmen turned to look. "You're practically making a public announcement."
But Gigi, being true to herself, didn't lower her voice at all. She was already half squealing, her eyes wide and sparkling with excitement. "Bro, this is massive! You two are basically living out my slow-burn romance fanfiction right now. Working together? Late-night study sessions? Accidental hand brushes? It's all bound to happen. I mean, it's fate!"
I groaned and grabbed her wrist to keep her from getting any louder. "Oh my god, Gigi! Can you please just be quiet?!"
