9

"That's not how you pronounce it, Eve," Willow sighed as she rubbed her temples. "It's not my fault," Evelyn whined and sighed before closing the dictionary. She didn't even know why she decided to read the dictionary.

They were at the cafeteria eating and also working on their assignments. "Why did you even decide to open a book you can't even comprehend?" Willow raised a brow at her, which earned her a glare.

"Don't you dare try to insult my intelligence. I can understand the dictionary," Eve pointed a finger at her and Willow chuckled. "Just give me your chicken already," she said.

Eve rolled her eyes and pushed her plate of half-eaten chicken towards her. "I'm convinced that you love chicken more than you love me," she mumbled with distaste. Willow waved her off as she bit into the seasoned meal. "I spend more time with you, my love," she said with a chuckle and Eve rolled her eyes again.

"That your laughter will soon be your last."

They turned to see Crystal standing behind the