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A/N:A little sneak peak of.. something. ;).
Now... let's get on to the story.
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Unknown POV:
I stare at the five television's connected to a computer at the wall— showing a girl standing up after leaving her opponents knocked out.
She stares at the camera, and even waved before it goes static, all tv's simultaneously.
I smirk. Too late. You noticed too late.
"She's grown up well." Someone says as they approach me.
I turn my swivel chair and see him. "Not yet, she saw it too late. She wasn't trained thoroughly. But she's a good fighter. Potential. I'll give her that." I say to him.
"So.. you don't even care about who got beat up?"
"Nah."
"Okay."
"..."
"So.. what are you gonna do now?"
"We shall wait."
"Uh.. okay? Wait for what though?"
I shrug at him. Maybe for her to get prepared.
"Until we can use her."
"Care to explain?"
"No."
"You know, you need to learn to talk properly one day. You'll never get your first kiss."
"Excuse you. I have."
"Even if you have, you need proper communication skills." He says while flapping his hands around.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Jazz hands."
"What?"
"I told you— jazz hands." He says in a weird way.
"Whatever."
"You and your antisocial skills need some working on, brother."
"I am not antisocial. I just prefer not talking to people."
"That's the same. Just different words. Tsk tsk tsk."
I roll my eyes at him while he's just there leaning on the doorway.
"Okay anyway, I'm leaving to go to the bar? You up for some girls and drinks, duh."
"I'm up for drinks." I say to him.
"Not girls?"
I shrug.
"What if Cassie was there?"
"Dude, she's a minor."
"You gotta admit she has a figure."
"... sure"
"HEY! I MADE YOU ADMIT IT."
"You were forcing me to, what's wrong with you."
He walks over to me and turns off the computer then grabs me off my chair.
"Get nice clothes. We're going out."
"I know that."
I wore a leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath with dark blue jeans.
The white Tesla was now parked in front of the extravagant fountain.
He rolls down the windows
"Get in loser, we're going shopping."
I sigh and get in the car as we speed away to a nearby bar.
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Btw, that's a new character no recyclables.
Tune in for the next chapter hehe.
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The Star I've Been Looking For
Ficção Adolescente---------------------------- A new journey awaits but still, the past has caught my pace. ----------------------------- Cassiopeia Astrid Anderson, more known as Cassie, a typical school girl who had straight A's. She's always focused on academics u...
