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Jason's smirk deepened. "It must have… slipped my mind," he replied, a subtle pause emphasizing the ambiguity in his words. She quickly scribbled her number on a piece of paper and slid it into his shirt pocket with a sultry smile.

"You better grip it tighter this time. I know I would." Jason smiled at her too, although his one was more perfunctory than anything. What the fuck kind of things was she saying to him? Somebody get their girlfriend and keep her away from him, please. He wanted to get out here as soon as possible.

Luckily, the moment was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Jason!" Isabella's excited tone cut through the awkward tension. She came rushing down the corridor, her cheeks glowing and her ponytail bouncing with each step. Before Jason could respond, she threw her arms around him in a warm embrace, her well-figured athletic frame pressing against his. Jason chuckled as he picked her up and spun her around, making her giggle in his arms.