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T A T U M
❝She just wants someone to talk to.❞
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Tatum's grey eyes lit up as they took in Owen's hands. She gave him a small smile before facing the front of the class. Letting her backpack drop to the ground, she dug around in it, searching for her notebook. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she pulled it. The red cover could barely be distinguished because of all the writing on it. The blonde girl had a habit of writing quotes that she liked on any spare space she could find, without vandalizing of course. the different colors of ink made it easier to read, but there was so much that anyone who didn't know about Tatum's strange quirk would think of it as mindless words all stuffed together. Taking out a pen, she let the tip rest against her bottom lip as she waited for class to begin, but her thoughts were else where. They kept on traveling back to Owen. Although he was under a 'normal' clique, she had a feeling he could be in several different groups. She resisted the urge to glance back at him. As her lab partner sat down beside her, Tatum only gave a slight nod of recognition, lost in her thoughts.