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Good. "Well, both. We really need to talk about that too. Damn, it's not every day that Mattel Ingrid Lewis blushes over to some other specimen, no, speciwomen. Or... spicywoman." Eve stated and the idiots did a high-five. Ugh!

The only non-white article on his person was the gold watch on his right wrist. The third boy came on the left of the first and had short spiked black hair. His light ember eyes were full of laughter. He stood about the same height as the second young man and wore the most peculiar outfit for school, because it consisted of white tennis shoes, loose grey jogging pants, and a tight fitted white tank top. His tan muscles were highlighted when he stretched while walking in. "Too bad there aren't any girls," Hae Jae-Woo heard the boy mutter.

“I’m still confused and trying to process everything.” “I’ve been drinking for days straight. You should be worried about me,” he said. “I thought you’d completely avoid me. I guess you’re an odd woman. That’s what makes you more attractive,” he added. Wait—what? An odd woman? Coming from the real oddball himself? Do I really deserve to be called that by someone like him?

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

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Caleb and Austin glance at each other, a shadow of doubt replaced by grim understanding. “How did you do that?” I ask, feeling something more lies beneath their readiness. Oliver exchanges a look with his brothers, then nods. “We’re hybrids,” he reveals, voice firm. “Half-warlock, half-wolf. We don’t use our powers often—don’t want to stand out. But if Teodora’s using blood spells, something serious is going on.”

I mumbled. “Huh? Did you see him already?” Seb looked around. “No, that is his car,” I pointed at the car in front of us. “You recognize the car? You said it the first time you would be seeing each other after he traveled, how did you know?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “The alphabet on the plate number,” I smiled. “Alphabets? Is it a special one or something?” Seb asked. “Yeah, the Dawsons are crazy over something, like that, they have a customized alphabet for their plate number,” I disclosed.

Professor Kim stood at the front of the classroom, scanning the students. “Alright, everybody! Today, you’ll be paired up for a semester-long business strategy project.” The room buzzed with excitement as he began calling out names. “Leo Emmanuel and Edith Aisha. Brian Steve and Sofia Parker… Natasha Lee and Michael Desmond.” Natasha’s head snapped up, irritation flashing in her eyes. Across the room, Michael looked just as confused. Professor Kim continued, unaware of the storm brewing.

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Elliot I watch him walk away, feeling oddly… disappointed. It’s strange, but part of me had wanted him to stick around a little longer, even if he clearly had better things to do. He seemed grounded in a way I rarely see in the people I usually spend time with. There was a simplicity to him, a clarity. He looked at me like he could see through all the layers of privilege and expectation that surround me, and it was both unsettling and comforting at the same time.