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The air in the room thickened with unspoken tension as Knox Overstreet sat frozen, his gaze unwavering. Meeks sighed, breaking the silence. “Knox, you’re staring again.” Before Knox could deny it, Charlie tossed a crumpled paper ball at him, grinning. “Oh, you absolutely are. It’s painful.” Knox barely registered them. His eyes were locked on you, sitting across the room, flipping through a book, twirling a pencil. To Knox, this mundane act was devastatingly beautiful. “Just talk to her,” Neil suggested. Knox let out a weak laugh. “Say what? ‘Hi, I’ve been in love with you for forever, and I think I might die if you don’t look at me’?” Charlie clapped his back. “See? Now that would be interesting.” Knox groaned, burying his face in his desk. *This was worse…