𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." Kai paces back and forth, covering his face with his hands. "They fucking took our flag!" He exclaims.
I scratch the itch on my face. "Cool."
His hands fall from his face, smacking his thighs. He looks at me in disbelief, "Did you not hear me? They took our fucking flag, dude." He tells me.
I shrug. "I really don't care," I admit, leaning against the dark wood wall.
He squints his eyes. "Okay, So what? You just get a girl and completely lose interest in everything else?" He crosses his arms. I nod. "Yeah, sure."
His mouth drops, "Bitch—"
"Y'know, if you really want to get that flag back I suggest going and finding the person who kidnapped our flag before they return back to their base." I say. "If you really want that flag back of course."
His eyes narrow to slits, "Yeah okay, keep your sarcasm to yourself if you don't intend on helping your fucking team. You fucking asshole." He grumbles, stomping his way to the exit of his base like a toddler.
I decide there's something more interesting on my ring than this conversation. "Mhm," I mumble, fiddling at the black snake ring wrapped around my index finger, bored.
"Is that Isadora?"
Her name spikes my interest almost immediately, drawing my focus away from my ring and onto wherever Kai is looking, excitement bubbling up inside of me.
Only to not see Isadora, My brows furrow in confusion on their own and a disappointment replaces excitement. And then I freeze, suddenly terrified of my own fucking emotions.
He barks out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. "You whipped motherfucker." I narrow my eyes on him, suddenly annoyed.
"You single motherfucker." I retort. He gasps, an offended expression morphs his face, I can't help but smile at the expression.
"You're so rude, and to think I give you the best relationship advice." He grumbles.
I arch a brow, tilting my head in confusion. "When?"
"What?"
"When do I ever ask for your advice?"
He leans on either foot, obviously nervous. "Uhh" I nod, interrupting him. "Ah, that's right, I don't. You just like to stick your ass in my business."
He gasps, That's his favorite thing to do. "Okay, firstly, fuck you. Secondly, Yes, I do stick my ass in your business," He scoffs. "Because if I don't, You end up fucking everything up for yourself."
"So y'know what, you're welcome."
"Okay," Is all I say, partially because I know he's somewhat correct in that statement. I do end up fucking everything up.
