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𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 ♡ 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀
Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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"Excuse Mr. XY Chromosome, "
I literally sprayed water everywhere. I coughed, choking on my drink, and everyone turned to stare at us like we were acting out a weird biology skit.
Man, I didn’t think my day could get any worse.
"XY Chromosomes, are you doubting my genes right now?" I blurted out, completely shocked by her words.
"Yes," she replied, her eyes wide with surprise.
I blinked. She blinked. The people around us went dead silent like someone just paused reality.
Did she…..seriously just question my chromosomes?
Ma’am, I have been an XY chromosome since birth...pretty sure that’s not up for debate.
She immediately panicked, "No, no, I didn’t mean that! I was just...thinking about something and it slipped out!"
And then she pouted, small, awkward, honestly kind of ridiculous and cute.
Cute. What cute. What the hell I am thinking.
Great. First she questions my genetics, now she’s acting cute. Perfect combination for a headache.
Nope. Absolutely not. She’s a witch. A rude, arrogant, chromosome-insulting witch.
"Right. Sure. Slipped out," I muttered, glaring. "You usually talk to people like that, or am I just lucky today?"
She frowned, "I said it by mistake. You don’t have to make it a big deal."
"Yeah, sure. Questioning someone’s genetics is totally casual conversation," I replied dryly.
Her lips twitched, trying not to smile, "You are really dramatic, you know that?"
"And you’re really confusing," I shot back. "First you insult me, then you pout like you dropped your ice cream."
She sighed looking at me with her hazel brown eyes, "You are impossible."
"Thanks," I said, flashing a fake grin.
She rolled her eyes and picked up her handkerchief which fell.
"I am sorry, I have to go," she said, but before walking off, she turned back and added, "Oh, the teacher wants to see you in the staffroom."
Then she just… ran off. Like she couldn’t get away fast enough.
I swear, she is infuriating.
I Anyway, I dragged myself to the staffroom only to find out we were getting our monthly schedule. And MKIQ quiz after our mid term. My eyes actually lit up.
Man, this quiz is the big deal of the year. Tricky questions, brain-bending riddles, seniors joining in the works. And I am good at this stuff. Top of the class, exams on point. This year, I am winning that thing for sure.
