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“Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ” He shrugged, flipping another page. “I keep telling you not to judge me with your assumptions.” “I'm sorry if my assumptions don't fit your personality,” I said, taking the seat across from him. “Why this book?” I asked, stealing the opportunity to know what the real Kael is like. “I like books that… make me think. And this one does.” “Think about what?” I asked, hoping my curiosity wasn't obvious. “Is this some sort of interview?” he asked, placing the book on the table without closing it.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

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My teacher said that I should go out there and play with my classmates but my classmates don’t want me around. They push me away when I want to join them. So I’m just here in the corner. Enjoying the story of Jack and the beanstalk. “Hey, Freak!” Someone said from behind. It was one of my classmates. They always tease me as a freak. Maybe because I’m different from them. “Look at her, she has no friends!” They laughed at me. I didn’t look at them and carry on with my reading. “Don’t pretend that we’re not here. Get her book!” one of them ordered. I held my book tightly so that they wouldn't be successful in taking it.

As I looked up, those same electric blue eyes that always give me this strange feeling met my green ones, and she said, “I won, freak, I made you bow down to me. Mwahahahaha!” Wait, something is not right here. Why is she laughing evilly at me? And she sounds like a cockroach with a very tiny voice. Then suddenly, *PAAAAKKKK!* The book in front of me was shut so loud that it made me wake up from that nightmare. Wait, do you call it a nightmare when you sleep at noon and have a bad dream? I don't think so. But whoever did that, I will surely kill them and rip their hearts and throats out. Then I will suck all their blood and not leave a single drop in their body. I'm furious as fudge!

Can't this day become a little less adventurous. AUTHOR'S NOTE -. Hello guys, first of all, thank you to everyone reading this story. I would love to know your views on this book, 'the pack's weirdo: a mystery to unveil.' It would be great if you would take a few minutes from your schedule and post some comments or reviews. It would really be a huge morale booster for me to continue writing. Thank you

I was absolutely dumbfounded. As I stayed silent, Greta grew more aggressive. "Mom picked those specifically for you! Why didn't you use them? If you had, she wouldn't have gotten this filthy disease!" Her words were absurd. It was something only a lunatic might say. Greta went on righteously, "And if you weren't going to use them, why didn't you make sure she threw them away? You didn't want to get sick, but you let her get sick instead!"

“Make out with Jake.” What the heck was she thinking? Jake was the arrogant bully who had tormented me and made my life a living hell for years, and she expected me to make out with him. Jake leaned in with a disgusting smirk, grabbing my waist tightly and pulling me closer to him. His breath reeked of beer and cigarettes. “Come om, prude. Don’t be a fucking tease,” Jake said, his tongue licking his lips in a disgusted pattern, and I almost puked. Something in me snapped.

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.