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I stared at the gift basket in front of me, muttering another string of curses. This should be like, the one millionth time? I wasn't sure, I'd definitely lost count. Despite the fact that I'd been staring at the basket for a while now, it made no attempt to move. In fact, it stayed rooted to it's spot, its very presence reminding me of the person that'd sent it. Noah. Yes, you heard right, Noah. If it wasn't surprising to you, it was to me. Because after our huge and recent fight where I'd clearly walked out on him, why would he send me gifts? Was there a bomb in there that would blow up the minute I got close enough to it? Or perhaps there was a snake in there, just waiting to pounce on me and poison me to my death? Or maybe…

"Maybe he's just being nice." Zoe finished my thoughts for me. " Did you think about that?"

"Nice? Noah, nice?" I shook my head. A lot of words could be used to describe Noah but nice was certainly not one of them. It just wasn't possible. " He's not nice and h