Game ON.

"Dang it!" I muttered. I've seen this before. With the help of that green dot that they had inserted into this, they could watch the activity on every computer screen. Whatever I do in this computer will be seen by them.

I smirk knowing exactly what I had to do. I roll my sleeves up and put my hair into a bun . I draw my hoodie over my head quickly, and bring the keypad closer to me. Smirking slightly at the screen and making sure I could not see anyone in sight.

I finally mutter "Game on"

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Meet Demeter, (call her Demi or she'll slice your throat) who took an utterly stupid action when she was simply 'bored'. This led to her falling (literally), making friends, uncovering mysteries and being stuck in a world of romance?

Ah! Romance. A word not understood to Demi at all. Never in her life has she considered talking or interacting with the opposite sex. She's still not considering. But, when she does, she calls him a cow.

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Forcing my eyes open, I stare at the cow in front of me. His grey eye was wide with shock as his lips parted slowly, forming an 'O'. The air between us seemed to thicken ever so slightly. The bandana around his left eye seemed so close but so far. What scar hides behind that single fabric? What stories does it hold? My fingers inched to untie it all together. Biting my bottom lip ruthlessly, I feel the sparks intensify between us as his body leaned closer to mine.

"Don't bite your lip." He whispers breathlessly.

I bite my lip.

"Habits die hard"