"Hey, junior, you're late," Kleah said, sighing as I greeted her.
"Well, you're early, Senior," I replied.
"Ha, is that supposed to be a joke?" Kleah raised an eyebrow.
I shook my head, "Nope."
Kleah grinned at thoughtfully and said, "I heard a rumor that you're madly in love with Layla and you were going to fight against Ronald Trueheart for her."
"That's not true," I said, frustrated that rumors were spreading like wildfire.
"It's just a rumor; forget about it."
"I can't forget about it, junior," Kleah shook her head vehently.
"Well, then, I won't forget that you're a half-el-"
"Hey, you!" Kleah covered my mouth with her hand, her green-leaf eyes glaring at .
"Don't use that as leverage every ti you're losing an argunt," she whispered, still glaring at .
Her pretty face was so close to mine, and her addictive scent was awakening my primal instincts.
Damn, she was still a teenager, but her body was driving crazy!
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