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Spencer never planned on coming back. She left this town in second grade and never thought she'd set foot here again - but life had other ideas. Now she was back, older, sharper, and more guarded than the girl who left.
New school, new halls, same old town.
And apparently, some old faces too.
She wasn't even looking when it happened - she rounded the corner too fast, shoulder colliding with someone solid. The impact knocked her a step back, catching her off guard.
Blonde hair. Sharp jaw. Brown eyes. He stared at her like her face was a half-finished sentence, the answer sitting just out of reach.
She didn't recognize him.
Not until the teacher called her name.
"Spencer Carson?"
She raised her hand. His head snapped around, eyes locking on her with recognition - all the pieces sliding into place.
Jasper.
The boy she left behind without a second thought. The boy who used to push her buttons so perfectly it felt like a sport. The only one who ever matched her stubborn streak.
She had forgotten his face.
But he never forgot hers.
And now? Ignoring him wasn't going to be so simple.