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61. Solve This Problem By Myself
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When I realize that nobody is close to me, I am forced to stand by the entrance of my classroom, gripping tightly against my bag, looking around me with confusion."What the hell was that?" I wonder to myself and brush my fingers through my hair, trying to adjust myself and recollect my composure.Then I exhale and take a deep breath, about to step into the class that has already begun.As usual, everybody's attention is drawn to me, and most of the girls begin to adjust themselves as if trying to get my attention, but all this is not what is in my mind right now."You're late once again, Mr. Damon," the instructor, Mr. Martins, says, and I chuckle before shaking my head and neglecting his comment while heading over towards my seat."I thought you should have gotten used to it by now, sir," I tell him, and everybody in the class chuckles and gasps at my audacity."I know you're feeling this big because of your status as
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He turns to look at me with strong disdain."You are still even trying to resist even after the wrong you did? Oh, I promise you, you are so going to regret being this foolish!" he screams loudly and struggles to take hold of my hand.It is at that point in time that my wolf finally loses control, and I glare at the ground, avoiding to look up at anyone as I see complete red.I guess at this point in time my supernatural glowing blood-red alpha eyes have already been revealed, but I'm struggling my possible best not to look up so that everyone will not see it.Then the next word I hear is "mate" and my body suddenly loses control.Something is wrong with Serena. That thought suddenly whispers into my mind, and it forces me to bite down hard against my bottom lip.The pain I am feeling right now is not mine—it is hers.My body begins to tremble and extreme fear begins to rock through my senses.Mr. Mart
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Don't tell me Isabella had to resort to the use of her dark magic to attack Serena right now?The thought of that is making my brain begin to burn ceaselessly in my head.All the students surrounding us are suddenly quiet, and they are gaping at me with surprise, wondering what the hell is going on.They were probably not expecting that I was going to be here trying my best to ensure that Serena is okay.No wonder they neglected the fact that I came here and didn't even bother to look at me or even be scared when I showed up.They thought I was going to contribute to the insanity they are doing right now.Good goddess, I can't even begin to explain how I feel.I feel like bringing the entire building down. I feel like turning everything into rubble."There is nothing to worry about, Damon, okay? Don't worry, she is just pretending, and I can guarantee you that she might not actually be able to get you
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