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My bag slung over my shoulder, my hair doing its own wild dance as I sauntered down the empty school hall, my shoes clicked on the concrete floor, and the sound bounced around the room. A cool breeze brushed against my face, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but wonder if our school was built on some ancient burial ground or something. Every school had those rumors, right? Haunted, cursed, monster in the basement-yeah, heard 'em all.
I scoffed at the thought, Total nonsense, just stories to keep us on our toes.
As I reached the end of the hallway, turning left. There, standing outside the door, was Dior, looking cool as a cucumber but betraying his nerves with his fidgeting hands.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice steady despite the nerves.
I nodded, but inside, I was anything but ready. The moment of truth was upon us-we had to walk into our class.
"Let's do it," he urged, his words meant to reassure me.
"I'm not ready," I confessed, trying to steady my trembling nerves.
"It's okay, I've got your back," he reassured me, his nervous smile doing little to ease my anxiety. He draped an arm around my shoulders, offering what support he could muster.
But my body felt like lead, my mind a whirlwind of chaos. I struggled to focus, to keep myself upright.
With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the classroom. When I opened my eyes, Sarah's disapproving glare bore into me, with Rhead standing beside her, arms crossed in silent judgment
"I-I-I'm outta here!!!" I blurted, panic seizing me as I spun around, desperate to escape the dreaded confrontation.
But Dior wasn't having any of it. With a firm grip, he steered me right back into the path of Sarah, our faces uncomfortably close.
"Hey, Sarah," I greeted, forcing a cheesy grin despite the rivers of sweat streaming down my face.
She shot me a glare, but I couldn't help finding her pout kinda cute. That is, until she raised her leg, aiming a kick right at me.
"Afhhghh!" I yelped as pain shot through my groin, sending me crashing to the ground.
"You didn't see that one coming, did ya?" Sarah taunted, a smirk playing on her lips as I lay there, clutching my throbbing manhood. Glaring at her, I begrudgingly accepted Dior's help in getting back on my feet.
"Now we have two losers in the classroom," She announced, her voice shrill with indignation.
I glanced over at Rhead, silently pleading for backup, but he just shrugged, giving me that 'you're on your own' look.
"Listen, Sarah-" Dior began tentatively, but Sarah cut him off with a furious glare.
"No, Sarah won't listen," she interrupted, raising a single eyebrow in a menacing display.
