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29 | COUPLE PUNCHES,        COUPLE BRUISES

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29 | COUPLE PUNCHES,
COUPLE BRUISES

IT'S been mentioned before that Cassia was never involved with boys from Auradon, and it remained standing still till this day. But ever since the VK's came to Auradon, she had received a couple of eyeing eyes from the boys.

Ignoring them was her way of paying no attention to them. None of them had done anything or tried to talk to her in any way. And she was thankful because she wouldn't know what to do in those situations.

Until now.

Cassia stood in front of her locker, placing her books inside the cabinet. Replacing them with new ones. Closing the metal, a head picked next to her making her jump. An unrecognizable head of a guy she had never seen before.

Somehow she knew who he was, or she assumed she knew who his parent(s) were.

Son of Scar?

"Hi." He spoke, a not-so-delighted smirk carved on his lips. She wasn't sure if she didn't find it fascinating because it wasn't Harry's.

She glanced around, "Hi?" Her eyebrows furrowed, not understanding why he was talking to her.

"Name's Scott." He introduced himself, there was an attempt of him to grab Cassia's hand. But she was quick to move away.

Her eyes looked around again, and even if she was afraid to admit they were looking for a boy with a certain hook. Where was he when she wanted him to be here?

"What's your name, hot stuff?" What? She grimaced internally at the sound of this. Was there any sort of better nickname this guy could give?

He sounded like he was a straight-up dick!

"Uhm," She could give him a fake name, right? "Sofia." She swallowed, her eyes still scanning around.

Stepping closer, Scott eyed her up and down. As if she was a decoy. "Nice to meet ya, Sofia." With his voice hitting her close Cassia shut her eyes and grew goosebumps.

"Hey, I'm sorry but I have to go." Her words came out low, and when she tried to move her path was blocked by the guy.

He rested his arm on the locker behind her, "Where are you running to? Just trying to get to know this pretty face." He made an effort to touch her complexion, but she moved it.

"Don't touch me." She muttered, "Now please, let me go." Once again, in a shot, she tried to escape his grip. But the guy wasn't letting her go so easily.

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