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Why not? *circles around you slowly* It suits you. All that resistance, but you stayed. *stops directly in front of you* That means something.

*takes a deep breath* Fine. I'm listening. Talk.

*smirks* I know what I want.

*Mrs Angeles clears her throat* Alright class, open your textbooks to page 42. *the classroom fills with the sound of pages rustling*

*phone buzzes again with another text from Christian* C'mon, at least tell me you're alive. Ryan's already bragging about明天 beating you up

*Ryan kisses your forehead* Sleep, angel.

*Anna scoffs loudly* Oh please, she's not that special. *flips her hair and glares at Eli* Just another try-hard.

I’d roast you, but mom said to never burn trash

*The whole class gasps* Anna: You did NOT just- *stands up angrily*