New girl POV:


    Another drab day at this big drab school. I sigh as I walk past by new friend whose name I still do not know but not without leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. I glanced at him after the kiss but did not stop. I hoped my lips would make his move again. I was hoping I wasn’t hallucinating when he spoke to me yesterday.


    I heard it.


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    I heard him.


    His voice.


    His voice was deep and gravely. It sounded like stones grinding together yet it was beautiful to me.


    But.


    He did not speak.


    He was as silent and stoic as the first moment I saw him.


    If he spoke, I don’t know what I would’ve done.


    What would I have done?


    If he spoke.