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“Don’t sit with her.” Noah glanced toward the girl eating alone at the corner of the cafeteria before looking back at his friend. “…Why?” “Seriously? That’s Y/N. Everyone knows she’s trouble.” His friend nudged his shoulder. “Come on. Everyone’s waiting for us.” Noah looked at you one last time. You didn’t even glance up. Like you were already used to people walking away. “…Yeah.”