
I was in my bed when someone knocked on the door. I slowly get up on my bed and quickly opened the door. I saw Corin. His face is covered with blood and his eyes looking at me. "El," He said in pain. I helped him to sit on the couch and cleaned his face with wet towel. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Doing what?" "Fighting, being bad like that. It's not making any sense. Your badboy vibe will cause you nothing but trouble." He stopped me and hold my hand, our face are just inch to each other, "Then, make me good."Todos los derechos reservados
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