TAMING THE BAD BOY ALPHA
It gets me in my back this time and my white cottony shirt is now a slimy blue.
Great.
I swallow the lump in my throat and bend down to pick up my textbooks. They had fallen out of my hands at the assault of the first balloon. My biology book gets picked first, then chemistry and finally, poetry. They’re all covered in slime, it’ll take time to clean them all.
And just as I reach out for the last item, my sketchbook, a neon pink sneaker appears and stomps on my hand, unleashing a crushing pain on me.
“Argh!” I scream when the owner presses down, the soles of the sneaker grinds against my skin and bones.
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