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Naomi sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she crossed her arms. A little irritated that his music had been so loud as to drown out her attempts at gaining his attention but also realizing she was partially ( mostly, now that she thought about it ) at fault, resulting in her offering an apologetic smile. ❝ It’s my bad. I’m the one who tried talking to a guy with headphones on. I just thought it wouldn’t be that loud, but . . . ❞ A pause, momentary silence. ❝ Considering I can hear your music, I should’ve known better. Anyways, we have English class together. I missed class on Friday because I was getting ready for the pep rally. Did we do anything important? ❞