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VII.2
ROGER WILLIS
When I inched my way towards biology class, the air felt understandably awkward between me and Idris. I have been dreading the arrival of this moment throughout the entire day. I had thought of skipping class just like how I thought the other day but there’s just something weird going on inside of me that’s keeping me from actually skipping. It’s felt like some sort of a magnetic energy, odd and yet warm and sometimes electrifying. It feels like it’s trying to pull me closer towards Idris.
“Good afternoon, class.” Idris began speaking as he stood right in front of everyone. My sight was focused on him only because I don’t have much of a choice. He’s the teacher and I’m the student. As much as I want to avoid eye contact with him, I can’t evade it when he’s basically right in front.
I quickly noticed how he was acting un-Idris-
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IDRIS LYKAIOSWilhelmina sat across the table right after preparing and serving everything just like a normal house wife would. She must really be dreaming of becoming nothing more than a house wife. Or maybe that’s just me loathing the idea of marriage.I have known Wilhelmina ever since I was young and she was a really good friend of mine way back then. She was tragically orphaned when her father and mother died protecting our pack when a rogue werewolf attempted to take over the pack.Wilhelmina and I grew up together but I never really developed any sort of connection with her beyond being good friends. She was lovely and she can sometimes be verbose. She was usually the feisty one and she would always stand up for me whenever I was being bullied for being too different from my peers. With her natural brunette curls, smooth chocolate skin and modelesque figure, she was truly the most gorgeous werewolf in our pack. Almost every guy wanted to date her but she always shooed them away
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