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~011: Cold Blood

作者: Yakira Springs
last update 最終更新日: 2025-07-31 20:12:08

Calla

Yesterday it became clear I was dreaming about an asshole... How can such an arrogant boy be in your freaking wet dream? Ugly nerd?

Yeah, I heard him mutter that out. If it wasn't for Blaire and the fact that I would help if it were someone else, I would have left him. Or press it so hard it would hurt like hell. I grit my teeth at the thought of that.

I drag myself down the hallway, still tying the lace on my sneakers as I walk. One of them is tighter than the other, but I can’t make myself care. My head is pounding, a dull throb right behind my eyes, and my stomach keeps flipping like it’s not sure if it wants to empty itself or hold on.

The gym doors swing open before I touch them. The blast of air from inside makes me blink. Someone runs past me—probably one of the juniors—hair tied tight in a bouncy high ponytail, perfume trailing behind her like fog.

I force my feet to move.

The mats are already rolled out, the stereo blaring some remixed pop song with way too much bass,
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