The Fallen Angel

39.That's absurd

Ero's declaration of an "awesome night" sent a shiver down my spine, my mind still drawing blanks from the blackout. His smile, both charming and unsettling, only added to my confusion. Then, as if dropping a bomb on an already chaotic scene, he turned to Adrian and added, "Her lip drove me crazy."

Adrian's simmering anger erupted into a full-blown inferno, his fist connecting with Ero's nose with a sickening crunch. "No, Adrian, stop!" I cried out, horrified by the sudden escalation of violence.

But Adrian's rage was relentless. He turned to me, his eyes ablaze with fury. "Don't stop me. I'm gonna kill him today," he growled, his words dripping with venom.

I felt like I was trapped in the middle of a Hollywood blockbuster gone terribly wrong, with Adrian playing the role of the brooding hero on the verge of a violent showdown. As I tried to intervene, I couldn't help but wonder how on earth I'd managed to stumble into such a surreal and utterly absurd situation.

As Ero crumpled into the seat, clutching his injured nose, I couldn't bear to witness any more violence. "Adrian, stop!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room, drawing the attention of the entire crowd.

Taking a deep breath, I addressed the gathering, my tone firm yet pleading. "Stop. Let him be, and let's not escalate this any further."

Adrian's disappointment was palpable, his shoulders slumping in defeat. I reached out, grasping his hand in a silent plea for peace. "Please, don't," I whispered, my words a desperate attempt to diffuse the tension before it spiraled out of control. "The principal will be here soon."

But Adrian shook off my hand, his expression hardened as he turned to leave the room, his frustration evident in every step. Meanwhile, Ero smirked at me as he made his exit, leaving behind a trail of lingering resentment.

"I hate you," I muttered under my breath, the words heavy with frustration as I followed Adrian out the door. But as his hand caught mine,

"Where are you going?" Ero's voice cut through the tension, his eyes searching mine for an explanation, while the peanut gallery of boys erupted into excited murmurs, eagerly anticipating the next twist in our drama-filled saga.

I snatched my hand away from his grasp, feeling a surge of indignation coursing through me. "You are so disgusting," I shot back, my words dripping with disdain as I turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of my mind.

The boys couldn't contain their excitement, egging on the tension like a pack of eager spectators at a wrestling match.

"It's gonna be better than pay-per-view!" one of them shouted, barely able to contain his laughter as he watched the drama unfold before him.

Another chimed in, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire. "Grab the popcorn, folks! This show's just getting started!"

Their teasing only added to the absurdity of the situation, turning our already chaotic encounter into a full-blown comedy of errors. It was like being trapped in a sitcom where every punchline was delivered with perfect timing and exaggerated flair.

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Aiden's teasing grin widened as he attempted to downplay the situation. "Come on, there's nothing to be worrying about, it's just a kiss," he declared with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, oblivious to the daggers Aria was shooting in his direction.

he noticed Aria's disapproving frown, clearly reveling in the opportunity to stir the pot. "What? This isn't serious, and she was drunk too," he quipped, shooting me a playful wink as if to imply that being intoxicated somehow excused any questionable behavior.

Aria rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by his attempts to brush off the situation with a flippant remark. "Oh, sure, blame it on the alcohol," she muttered sarcastically, her tone dripping with skepticism as she shot Aiden a withering glare.

Aiden's playful demeanor quickly shifted to one of seriousness as he gently placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I'll have a word with him, make sure he understands," he stated firmly, his protective instincts taking over.

But I shook my head, flashing him a small smile. "Don't worry about it, Aiden. It'll sort itself out in due time," I reassured him, hoping to ease any lingering tension before it had a chance to escalate.

Feeling the weight of the tense silence, Aria cleared her throat and mustered up her best attempt at lightening the mood. "You know," she began, a mischievous glint in her eye, "they say laughter is the best medicine. So, does anyone have a good pharmacy joke?"

"Did you hear about the pharmacist who fell into the prescription bin? Aiden came out with a rash of new ideas!".

I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at Aria's attempt at humor. "That's not funny at all," I teased, shooting her and Aiden a playful glare, though they were both sporting mischievous grins.

As I stood up, feeling the rumble of hunger in my stomach, I suggested, "Let's grab some lunch. I'm starving."

Aria's eyes widened in sudden realization, and she exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, we totally missed the meeting at the council!" We exchanged a sheepish glance, realizing.

With a collective chuckle, we made our way out of the room, the echoes of our laughter following us down the hallway.

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