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"It's Mishika, not Misika," she corrected him sharply.
The boy standing in front of her, Lucas, rolled his eyes. "Ugh, whatever. How about I just call you Mishi? Or Mishri?"
Another guy-who was Indian-chimed in mockingly, "Call her Mistry!"
(Which means carpenter)
"What? Like chemistry?" Lucas asked, looking completely confused.
Mishika was furious now. She stepped closer to Lucas, glared at him, and asked, "And what is your name?"
He smirked. "Lucas. Lucas Crux."
"Oh, Lucious," she said, pausing to pretend she was confused. "No, sorry... Loose? No, wait... Lemon? Actually, how about Lustful Bastard?"