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"his hair looks like corn-on-the-cob.." she murmured under her breath, trying so desperately to be discreet about her comment.
"huh?" the tougher-looking student turned to stare at his companion, an eyebrow raised. "what did you...
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──── ❝Chapter 19: Freak Show! ❞ ────
❝ I have the power of god and anime on my side! ❞
TW: DEROGATORY TERMS, GOSSIP, BLOOD, AND MENTIONS OF RAPE
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IT HAD BEEN A COUPLE WEEKS since you had returned back from your fever.
It often surprised you how easily you were incorporated into the group. They never pushed you; never pressured you or made you feel uncomfortable.
Rather, they made you feel safe.
But something had become different the past couple of days.
There was a weird absence of someone from the gang. You never saw him on the roof during lunch nor did you see him with the motorcycle gang.
He had just vanished, but you had a bigger concern that needed to be dealt with first.
Everywhere you'd turn, you'd see a fellow student point at you or whisper something inconspicuous to their friends. You ignored it at first, considering the actions were fairly normal.
It wasn't long until you got suspicious.
"Class dismissed," your teacher called out boredly, immediately leaving the room as students crowded out.
You were about to leave, but a hand gripped onto your bicep stopped you.
"How ya' been, monster?" You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at Chiasa, who smiled coyly in your direction. When you didn't answer back immediately, her grip tightened around your arm, making you wince as her nails dug into your skin.
"..H..Horrible." You stammered, narrowing your eyes as the stinging pain on your arm increased.
"Good," Chiasa mumbled, pulling her hand away from your bicep. With the tips of her nails lightly coated in your blood, the shorter girl licked them clean. "I have a bone to pick with you. Alone."
With a disgusted grimace at her actions, you wiped at the steady line of blood that began slowly rolling down your arm.
It made you feel incredibly dirty knowing that your blood was in her system.
