Talia's POV. Emily scanned through our faces, her eyes exchanging a scrutinizing look at Deej and I. She smacked her lips and placed her hands on her waist. “Girls, why are you not saying anything? I just asked a question,” she paused and stared at Deej. “Deej, did you take out anything from her…”“Hey,” Deej cut in, making a light frown. “That's not cool, why would you assume that I had anything to do with… Emily, come on. Do I look like I'm obsessed with that freak of a human?” “You're not,” Emily gave a straight reply. “I just want to make sure you didn't take anything coz she was mere breaths from throwing a tantrum,” “A tantrum?” I questioned, riding up to my feet with slight curiosity. “What type of tantrum? Did she try to describe what was missing? “Umm, no. But I told her she must have misplaced it during her scuffle with Micheala.” Emily replied. “Speaking of Micheala,” Deej cut in. “Where is she? I can't wait to see her face.” Just as Deej smirked with a wicked stare,
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