Prologue.

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Blaze.

He reminded her of a fire. Red and hot.

Yes, red and hot.

You can't deny the fact that he is somewhat attractive, with his toned abs and, childish grin. Who wouldn't be falling for a guy like that?

You'll never see him again she constantly told herself.

You can just go back to that quiet girl who was either reading or, playing video games she said.

Just ignore him.. She said.

He has no interest for you, she said.

You have no interest for him

She had to constantly remind herself to stop thinking about the red headed werewolf who was always in her thoughts.

The girl looked down on the paper and broke her pencil in half.

Y/N literally just drew 'Blaze' in bubble letters with hearts everywhere.

She cursed, using very colorful vocabulary to show how pissed off she was.

"Miss L/N!" The brunette adult yelled from afar.

"Watch you language and stop breaking my pencils!!" The woman scolded.

"Yes ma'am," Y/N muttered.

The geology teacher went back to the board, teaching no one in the damned classroom.

She slowly crumbled up her paper and threw it in the trashcan by the teacher, who was oblivious to the crumpled up sheet of paper dropping in the tall matte black can.

She silently cheered.

Unfortunately, a certain werewolf had notice that.

He head whipped around to the girl, a smile playing on his face.

"Nice shot," He whispered.

Y/N freaked. What the hell was she supposed to do?!

"Thanks . . ." She reluctantly replied.

If it wasn't for that stupid incident, Blaze wouldn't be talking to her. He would be like every human being on Earth. Ignoring her.

She personally liked it the way before.

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