°.✩┈┈∘*┈. Ophelia Blake. A lone wolf and a punching bag. Both phrases describe her well. But she didn't choose these titles. They were forced onto her since she was a child. She thinks of herself as these things. But maybe nine boys and one girl can change her mind and make her see that she is so much more. ┈*∘┈┈✩.° 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑡 . . . "Don't you know it's a bad idea to drink coffee for your breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Perhaps some pancakes would be better." Kota suggested, his emerald gaze sweeping over the disgraceful mess in front of him with a calm demeanor as if he wasn't currently on the wrong side of town in a house with roaches near a girl who could have gotten him killed. Ophelia snorted, the coffee she was drinking traveling up the wrong pipe. She threw her body over the side of the sink and spit out the hot beverage. Startled eyes found his after a moment a moment of silence that filled the room after her near death experience. "What in the backwater fuck are you doing here?" She screeched, hands taking a napkin from the stack on the counter and roughly drying the spittle from her lips. Kota shrugged from his position on the couch, a nonchalant action that didn't seem to fit the worried concern floating around in his eyes. "You haven't been to school in three days." He stated, no question in the tone of his voice. The girl hugged herself and sighed. "Best three days of my life and I'm trying to make it four so if you would please..." She gestured to the door but the boy stayed seated. Ophelia sighed. "Yeah, knew that was coming." Kota's posture changed instantly as he watched her fractured movements with care, taking notice of her limp. The brunette cringed. Guess she had some explaining to do. (𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆) (𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 | 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆) (#) (@-𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕) °•~●°
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