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"HOW DO YOU KNOW EACH OTHER?" Remi asks, pointing at the two sitting opposite me.
"She pushed me off the chair when we met for the first time at a ball. We were around seven then," Yves grumbles, glaring at Adrianna who was enjoying drinking her chocolate milk.
"You probably enjoyed that," Leon laughs, "Because that was the first time a girl was in contact with you."
"He did," Adrianna smile, "He wouldn't even leave me that day. He was stuck by my side the whole night."
"That's because you took my shoe off my foot since I wasn't willing to play with you!" Yves shouts and Adrianna slaps her hand on his mouth.
"I understand your words very well, Arsène. Shout at me one more time and I'll stitch your lips together," she warns with a sweet smile, taking her hand off slowly.
"Miss Saint Laurent," we look up at the sound of a rough voice.
The Headmaster of this institution was standing right behind Adrianna with two of his assistants next to him but they all looked scared to be even near the devil herself.
"Yeah?" Adrianna raises her eyebrow, "Are you just gonna stand there like a bunch of statues?"
"We need to speak to you about some alterations to your arrangements," he says, avoiding her eye contact.
"No," she smiles, "Everything was arranged by my father. There are no changes to be made. If you want to change something then call my father or his secretary since he's a busy man," she waves her hand off in a dismissive manner and they leave without any hesitation.
"Why would they want to make changes to your arrangements?" Valère asks, "Is there a problem?"
"None, actually," she shrugs, "It's just that I demanded to have a floor to myself. The top floor. I don't want any of these messy idiots to be anywhere near me. They disgust me."
"Woah!" Leon gasps, "I never knew you could take a floor to yourself!"
"Leon, you can't do that," Valére chuckles, "I'm pretty sure Yves tried to do that as well but it didn't work out for him, right?"
"It didn't," Yves mutters, "Since most rooms were taken by troublemakers."
"What dorm?" Valére glances at Adrianna, watching her take out her phone to check.
"Venus," she replies, furrowing her eyebrows, "Are they trying to make me feel like I'm out of this world by putting me in a dorm called Venus? What a five-star experience."
"I heard that apparently that dorm house is haunted by a boy's ghost who got murdered in there," Inès whispers, making us all look at her with stunned faces.
"Shit," Leon mumbles, "Why didn't you tell me that before I went there? Now, I need to be spiritually cleansed!"
Remi throws him a look, "You idiot, how did you believe that so easily? She's obviously not serious."
"I have never heard that story before," Valére adds, "I bet someone just created that rumour to scare Yves."
"Who said I'm scared of ghosts?" Yves scoffs, arching his eyebrow at them.
In a matter of second, they all point to Inès who was trying to avoid their gazes.
"Inès, I'll fucking tape your mouth before you talk more shit about me," Yves groans, glaring at his cousin but she smiles in reply.
"But I was only trying to help you, Yves," she grins, "It's not like the ghosts will haunt you since you are the most haunting creature on Earth."
"Agreed," I nod, "Very unattractive too."
Yves stares into my eyes, an unpleasant look on his face, "You're only saying that because you haven't been with me," he grumbles.
"Not like anyone has been with you," I chuckle, glancing at Adrianna, watching her rest her jaw on her hand.
"Well, unfortunate for you, I did date," he rolls his eyes, "And some, if not all, did look better than you."
I snort, "Oh, really? Who was it? Someone in your dreams?" I let out a laugh.
He lets out a chuckle, "Her," he points his finger and I follow, resulting in my gaze falling on none other than the beauty herself.
I blink twice and cough a few times, "Please tell me why you would lower your standards for someone like him?" I frown, pointing at the boy in front of me.
"Please," Leon rolls his eyes, "Even I can make you laugh more than he ever could."
"I'm in equal shock," Remi mutters, "But not shocked at the same time," she grumbles.
Adrianna laughs, "Arsène isn't that bad looking," she looks at Yves, "He caught my eye, you know."
"Well, if you look at Yves properly," Leon narrows his eyes at Yves, "He is actually quite good looking."
"Quite?" Yves scoffs, "I am very good looking."
"Oh, Yves," Adrianna sighs, "Just because I dated you doesn't mean you get to shove your big ego on us."
"Thank the heavens that we now have someone to boss Yves around," Valére sighs, "It was getting a bit too tiring watching Yves boss everyone around."
"Actually, we have two of them," Inès smiles, pointing at me, "She's equally as violent and brutal as him. An eye for an eye."
"Now, who might be the most violent between them?" Remi crosses her arms, looking between Adrianna, Yves and me.
"Is this where I bet all my money on one of them?" Leon laughs, "Cause I am sure who to bet on."
"Already?" Valére mumbles, "I think I need a week or two to get a taste of their violent acts."
"Why wait a week?" Adrianna smiles, "I can tell you all about me right now. I'm winning this."
"What's your worst?" I ask her, watching her turn around to look at me.
She lets out a laugh, "There's no worst, my love," she smiles, "They're all equally as worse as each other."
"I classify her as a criminal," Yves mutters.
"Aren't we all here?" I chuckle, "This is a prison and we're the criminals."
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