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With a frown and a hand covering the bruised welt on the top of her head, a storm forms a glower that stays potent on the forms sitting across from her on the couch. Black leather, matching oddly to the two rogue looking companions that made themselves comfortable there. If Alina had felt confused and vulnerable before, she didn't know what she felt now.
Long digits curl more softly over the lump, just when Maya breaks the silence.
"Why didn't you answer your phone, you idiot! Ma—our old teacher over here almost had a fit. And know who had to listen to him bitch and whine the whole time?" A thumb points to Maya's very own ample chest, puffed up in indignation. "This girl."
Jake’s face seems to scream how unimpressed he is, wrinkled down into twitch that has Maya leaning away. But the lighthearted scene doesn't force the knot in Alina's chest to loosen; instead it only coils tighter, a wary snake ready to strike.
"I left my phone in my room. Believe it
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