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Tristan answered, as both boys turned their attention back to the students from the other school who were watching the tension unfold.
“Okay. Done with the drama, lovebirds?” the girl who had asked the initial question quipped.
“We are not lovebirds. Just call us by our names. I’m Josh, the council president,” Josh said proudly, his jaw set in a permanent line.
“And I’m the vice-president!” Tristan yelled, ensuring he stayed at the center of the atmosphere.
“We are really sorry for the intrusion. We just really needed this report,” said the girl, who had introduced herself as Glenda.
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