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"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭

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"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭..."
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3rd P

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3rd P.O.V.

LUNCH HAS ENDED and all students went back to their respective classrooms.

The fashion department was wrapped in tranquillity from the teacher's lack of presence allotting the students the freedom to do their activities while some decided to doze.

"How come you always win this game, Jay?" Charlie complained, scratching his head with the pencil's eraser while looking at the paper with a furrowed look looming on his face, the blond male only chuckled at his struggle.

He sighs in defeat, "You're such a pro when it comes to tic tac toe, it's so unfair!" he folded his arms on his chest and pouted.

Jay pats his head with solace to calm the upset man, Charlie fell in amenity from his soft caresses forgetting the fret he felt earlier.

When Daniel meet up with the three menacing guys it took a while before he came back, making Charlie worry anxiously fidgeting on his desk while relentlessly looking at the door every time a minute passed.

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