❝...I felt slightly bad that I might have to shut her up by the end of this mission... I didn't become one of the best assassins out there if I had let my emotions control me. That was one of my best features, my lack of emotions. Lack of feelings.❞...
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❝I love the deep conversations your eyes have with mine.❞
- John Mark Green
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♚I S A B E L L A♚
"Are you serious, you actually like that guy?" I asked my best friend, referring to his first impression of Andrei. Lilly had gone out to run some errands while Andrei went back to our room. At first, I thought my best friend was joking when he said that he was going to be besties with Andrei. Now, I'm not so sure that was a lie.
We were now alone sitting in the centre green campus area. There were a bunch of other students that were either lying around soaking up the sun, sitting with their friends chatting, or reading books under the shade. I was one of the ones lying on my back trying to soak up as much vitamin D as possible before being stuck in crowded lecture rooms when class starts next week.
"Yeah, I mean there's nothing in particular that I dislike about him," Mason told me, he was sitting upwards beside me. Mason never liked to ly on the grass like me. He said that he was semi-allergic to grass. I never understood how you can be semi-allergic to something.
"Just because there's nothing you don't dislike in particular. It doesn't warrant you to automatically become besties with the guy," I protested, my eyes were still shut. I liked to soak the sun and feel it hit against my eyelids. It relaxed me, sometimes a bit too much. I can not keep track of how many times that I've actually fallen asleep in random parks because of this.
"Are you jealous that you're going to be replaced?" he teased. I ignored his teasing tone and the fact that he accused me of being jealous.
"Please, as if," I snorted. "You can have him and live happily ever after if you like him so much."
"You are so not jealous," Mason said sarcastically. I pulled a fistful of loose grass that my hand was resting against. I threw it in the direction that I remember Mason was sitting in. From the sound of his shout, a small smile formed on my face knowing that I made a successful hit.
"You know I'm allergic to grass!" he yelled. I felt him stand up and heard the sound of his wiping the loose grass off his clothes.
"Semi-allergic," I corrected and snorted.
"Funny," he sarcastically remarked. I felt him sit back down again as he was over the little outburst. "Seriously though, why don't you like the guy?"
I slowly peeled open my eyes and sitting upright again. I glanced in the distance, trying to gather my thoughts. Why did I not like the guy? I knew that I didn't particularly like Andrei but I couldn't pinpoint on the specifics that drove me crazy. All I know was the fact he just did.
