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Arabella Rivera

A surprising heat slid up my neck. “Okay Mr. certified genius who wants to stay mysterious, enough of the wooing.” I cleared my throat while fixing a book in m y locker.

Christian’s bushy brow quirk up. “You call that wooing? Darling, you’ve heard nothing yet.” He joked.

I laughed. Christian was very different from Haiden. Whilst he was light and flirty, Haiden was dark and gloomy. They weren’t counterparts of each other, so different, yet somehow the universe jammed them together for the sake of its amusement.

“So what class do we have first? You’ve been hogging my schedule, so I didn’t get to have a peek.” Christian chuckle with amusement drowning in the depths of his eyes.

I scowled playfully. “I’m your tour guides o I have to have your schedule.” I drop m y eyes to the said paper and grin. “Oh you

ves to the said paper and grin. “Oh you are going to love this class. We have Literature.”

He narrows his eyes. “Why do I have a feeling that those words are colored?”

I crinkled my brows. “Colored?” I asked. Was this a slang word from whatever part of the world he came from? From what he has told me, he had been to many, so he must’ve picked up a few slangs here and there.

He grins. “Yeah, like you’ve colored them to sound truthful but you’re lying.”

Christian then snorts. “And here Mr. Gibbern’s been boasting you.”

“Hey that’s unfair! We don’t say that around here.” I protested and slammed m y locker shut.

Christian does too but chooses to close his softer than I did.

“Don’t get mad Ella, it’s just a joke.” He winked and turned to me.

signaling the start of first period. “Shall we?” Christian asked with a smile carved onto his

carved onio mis

as usual,

the

He gestures to the class and looks at

Hayes Sir.” Christian mutters, fixing the strap of the bag on

usually get transfers at the beginning of senior year but we’re happy t o have you, Classes are tough but I’m sure you could

scrutimize Christian intently

nods, a beaming grin stretching on his face brightly. “I’m sure

arms across his chest as he waited for the rest of

Finally plopping down on a vacant chair, Christian follows suit and sits beside me. “The teacher seems nice.” He

snorted lowly. “Yeah, he

a drought. On his bad days, which was mostly every day, the man spotted a scowl,

up quickly a few seconds later. Two chairs were missing. One wasn’t surprising the other had me confused. I took my phone out of my bag and typed a

Where are you?

delivered but there

was no reply

like to introduce our new student who has joined us today. Stand up Christian.”

up, looking uncomfortable by the many eyes ogling a thim. “Tell us some few

to scan them over the class. I wasn’t surprised that he had gained the attention of many girls. The way their eyes fogged up, I knew he could have them in

good looks fool you, I surprisingly have some brain cells up in that big head.” He points

to fit in so well and

sighing out

when Mr. Boyd starts the class.” That was weird and terrifying.” He admits, leaning towards

him and narrowed my eyes playfully.”Because if

he hadn’t been here for hours. It was like my soul was drawn

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