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"Dae Dae?"

He glared at me.

Wow.

He really didn't like that nickname.

His grey irises slid to Blair. "Leave."

And they did.

I was fascinated by the power he held in in his voice. Power was dangerous even for the most strong and brave and yet this boy reeked of it.

He turned his attention to me.

"Mention this to anyone and your dead."

I grinned.

I don't think he liked being the hero.

"Death doesn't scare me but nice try."

Why be scared of the inevitable?

His handsome face morphed into one of shock before going back to its usual mug.

"You're weird."

"You say that likes its a bad thing."

"It is."

"No its not."

"Yes it is."

"No. Its. Not."

Yes. It. I-are you serious? Are we really going to argue about this?

"Yes."

"You're insufferable. I save you and this is what I get?"

My brows dipped in confusion.

"Saved?"

"Yes, from those girls."

"But they're no threat to me."

"They were calling you...things."

His jaw was clenching.

"I know. But I don't care."

He quirked an eyebrow. So I did the same.

"You don't?"

"Nope."

"Hmmm"

He turned and left after that. His built body forming into a shadow as he dissapeared into the empty hallways.

He's the weird one.

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