CHAPTER 69.THIRD POINT OF VIEW.“Baby, how many plain t-shirts are we supposed to get?” Sloane asked, pointing towards the rack of plain black t-shirts.“Five each,” DeShawn replied, glancing at his phone. “Five plain black tees and five black sweatpants.”Sloane nodded. She reached for the black t-shirt in front of her, but DeShawn quickly stopped her.“Get the grey ones, baby,” he instructed. “The grey ones look better, and I like grey better than black.”Sloane raised her brow. “That's not the instruction, baby; it says black. It must be black. The academy doesn't joke with their rules.”“I don't care; pick the grey ones. The black is so basic and ugly,” he said.“Come on, Shawn,” she nudged him. “Taking the grey one will make us look different. We will stand out from everyone.”“That's exactly why I asked you to pick it,” he said, and Sloane's face paled in confusion. “We need to stand out from everyone in there. We're not the same as the lowlifes in there. We have to stand out,
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