Chapter 12: Alyn's Family tree

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(A week later)

Anna's POV:

It's Friday, I dragged my tired body to the locker room. Gosh, I can hear that horrible music in my nightmares.

"Doo dooo do do dooo. I can even sing it" I said to myself

As I was putting my things that I don't need inside my locker, I spot Alyn in the corner of my eye, leaning against the wall, looking at a plant by the window. All of a sudden, he starts to pluck out some of the flowers. He's so merciless!

I forcefully close the door of my locker and went towards him

"Hey! What do you think your doing?" I asked as I crossed my arms "That poor flower...that thing hasn't bloomed yet and you were plucking it out! You're so merciless!"

It gave him a surprised look as I was standing in front of him like he didn't even notice I was there observing him until I started talking.

"You really are a pain in the ass" he sighed as he throws the flower in the trashcan

I can't believe he said that about me!
He briskly walks passes by me, I was about to think to let him go but I grabbed him in the shoulder to make him stop

"Huh?" he turns to me

I grabbed his wrist and started to twist it

"Ow! Hey! What are you doing?! Stop it! It hurts" he screamed

Then he bangs his hands from the wall, gesturing me to stop. Of course, I let go of his hand and left him stand confused as I walk towards the classroom like nothing happened

Alyn's POV:

She almost broke my arm. Yes, I guessed that she really is strong and boyish but why does she have to keep it secretly?

I look at her as she walks out from the locker room, heading towards the classroom.

She's so tall, she has a perfect slim figure like a model, her long dark brown hair waving from the wind as she walks, her neck is beautiful, and she really is beautiful!

She's so tall, she has a perfect slim figure like a model, her long dark brown hair waving from the wind as she walks, her neck is beautiful, and she really is beautiful!

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Ugh! Why am I thinking about her! I'm already late for my class. Oh wait, we're in the same class.

I passed by a mirror and check myself out, fixing my hair and uniform. A fellow batch-mate watches me as I was fixing my uniform

"Hey Al! I never expected that you would be fixing your uniform. Are you going to impress Anna, the girl from your class?" he asked excitingly

Why am I fixing myself? Why do I care about her? I froze and look at myself in the mirror

"Alyn?" my batch-mate asks

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