STUCK |Elijah Mikaelson [1]

"so that is your ex's shirt... Huh?" I still have my back to her doubt myself to control my smile.

"no Mr. Mikaelson, I don't have any ex. To have a shirt in your wardrobe. You do not need a man in your life. All you need to do is go to the store, pay, and get it. And before you go on rambling, which women buy so many shirts. Then it's me because the shirts are cheaper than dresses and they are bloody comfortable in bed at night. And I am bloody miser to spend money on stupid things," this time I let my smile appear on my face.

suddenly her anger is the most intruding thing, and the thought that I am wearing her shirt entertained me

"Are you sure that is the only reason, or you have felt those feeling like cross-dress.." I knew without turning she will fume and sense something coming toward me. I dodge it.

Zoya a chirpy weirdly perfect girl in New Orleans. A close friend of Finn or might be only one.

fearless

orphan

friendly

troublemaker

too sarcastic for own good

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