The Fine Mess

"Shut up everybody! Shut up! Don't move. Don't speak. Don't breathe. I'm trying to think. Anderson, face the other way. You're putting me off."

Anderson rolled his eyes. "What? My face is?" He rolled his eyes again, realizing exactly what had happened

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Aspen Hayes. Ocean in his eyes, tan in his hair, secrets in his mind, power in his hands.

Iona Davis. Forest in her eyes, silk in her hair, thoughts in her brain, words in her mouth.

Felix Wilson. Sky in his eyes, brown in his hair, answers in his head, money in his hands.

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Aspen and Felix were enemies since the dawn of the time. Whenever people saw them together, they were fighting.

They would attend the school, but only for the sake of having ego brawls and roaming the corridors the same way as predators do the jungle. Like they own it.

But it changed.

When a violet-haired student was drawn between them.

The age-old question is who gets the girl? But the new question is does the world survive to witness who got the girl?

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Just when you thought it would be so, it won't. The turn is sharp, but the ride is easy. You walk the path, and you drown in. You look around, and the destination is already reached. As much as the place is important, the road is too.

She's learning. She's growing. She's living.

Oh, and for God's sake, she causes trouble. Or more like trouble cause her. Who knows?

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