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"I fucking hate this school." She plopped down on her seat. Angry yet again.

 "Good afternoon to you too." His arms were crossed as he leaned back in his chair and rested his eyes.

She tried to ignore his arms, toned and muscled and further amplified by him folding them over his chest."Aren't you going to ask me about it?"

"Well, I wasn't planning to. But since you clearly want to talk about it, my dear friend, do tell me why you hate this school."

"I went to a party last night."

"Wow, good for you. I didn't know you had a social life. And you hate this school because someone actually took pity on you and invited you to their little gathering?"

She glared, but it was obvious she had something else on her mind. "I do have friends you know. I was actually enjoying myself until someone came over and squeezed my boobs."

Oof. He sighed, already feeling the pain the guy was going through. He just hoped that she didn't put him into the hospital. "What happened to him? Is he still alive?"

She smiled a slightly violent grin. I grabbed his balls and squeezed and twisted so hard his face went blue. I don't think he'll be squeezing girls boobs anytime soon.

Surprised, amused laughter choked out of him. Mr. J glanced over at them and shushed them, his eyes promising punishment the next time they were loud. 

Despite being rude, she was fresh, he'd give her that. "What happened next?"

"I saw my friend. She was passed out on the couch and a guy was trying to get it on with her. So I stomped on his foot, grabbed her and left." Her voice was filled with contempt and her eyes lit up in anger over her friend being wronged.

"And what does that have to do with this school? Did people give you a hard time?" 

"Some girls, your friends by the way, thought it would be necessary to give me a hard time about it. Said that I was just angry all the time because I couldn't get a guy. Said I was overcompensating because I didn't resemble a girl at all. One girl even had the nerve to say I was hiding a dick down there." She hid her face by looking out the window over the rows of empty desks. But he could tell she was hurt.

"Well..." Seeing her scowl as she whipped her head back around, he raised his hand in innocence. "I was just joking. Don't take their words to heart. I find you quite..." He "...Amusing." He glanced at her face. "Uh...unique?" He kept racking his brain. "Special. Yes special." Settling on the word at the perceptible smile on her face. 

"Thanks." She punched his arm playfully. "You're not so bad yourself. Anyways, Do you remember the documentary of lions we watched in 7th-grade biology?"

"Uh... I think. Why do you ask?" 

"You remember this ferocity and gleam in the lions' eyes when they were chasing the chickens flapping around?

"No? How do you even remember all this?" He suddenly nodded, as if the world made sense to him. "Are you one of those save the animals -strictly vegan-fur demonstrations on weekends- i watch exclusively national geographic - type girls?

She couldn't help but laugh at that one."No. But truly where do you get your stereotypes?"

"Come on, everyone knows a few of those." He waved his hand towards the school fields outside the window, where you could see the different after school clubs and sports. Sure enough, there were the nature geeks.

She shook her head, you just couldn't argue with him. "Yesterday night, as well as every time I go to a party or a club, it's that same predatory gleam, a glow that curls my skin and devours me helpless. For some guys, it's like a chase for them, a hunt. And somebody's gotta go down."

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