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"JULIEN CLEMONTE? THAT'S YOU?" The ebony-eyed boy looks at me, widening his eyes at me as if I wasn't meant to be here which I wholeheartedly agreed with.
"You sound disappointed," I hum, looking into his eyes, "Is my presence interrupting your breathing?"
"It's not affecting my breathing," he chuckles, "But it's definitely going to affect other people's breathing."
"As in the whole school? I know," I smile, giving him a curt nod.
"Valére Levesque. A pleasure to have your royal presence blessing these troubled grounds," he gives me a small smile enough to make me admire his face.
"Levesque," I hum, "You're the one who comes from royal blood. Am I supposed to go on my knees and bow right now?" I muse, smiling at him.
"Mhm, no. You're an exception," he muses, throwing me a small smile.
"Good," I smirk, "As I should be."
"Val! Julien!"
I turn around at the sound of Leon's voice. Leon was walking towards us with a bright grin. There was two girls on his either sides. Their eyes were fixated on me as they walked towards me.
"Leon, where did you disappear?" I glance at him as he stands in front of me, smiling at me.
"I went to drag these two so they could meet you," he chuckles, pointing to the two girls.
"Are we some potato sacks to drag?" The curly head scoffs, stepping on Leon's foot.
He hisses in pain, "But you do eat a lot of potato snacks!"
"Okay and?" She arches her perfectly shaped eyebrow, "Are you saying that I eat too much?"
Horror takes over Leon's face as he gasps, "What? No, no, no! I didn't mean that. Please, don't stop giving me snacks. I need them. I'm begging you."
"Then you should do it the proper way by going on your knees," I murmur, smiling at Leon as he widens his eyes at me.
The curly-head girl glances at me, smiling at me, "You're right," she walks towards me and glances at Leon.
"Go on your knees, peasant," she hisses, glaring at him.
"Remi, we came here to meet her not to watch this peasant cry and you know how much I hate it when people cry in front of me. I hate seeing their soggy faces," the tall girl behind Leon sighs, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Ah, yes," she smiles, pushing Leon away from her as she looks at me.
"Remi Lenoir," she introduces, stretching her hand out towards me, "A pleasure to have another girl join us when I beat this dumbass up."
