he takes a puff from his puffer, and turns to you, who is holding a tissue to your bleeding nose from where he accidentally elbowed you ...that 'fųçkįn kid is gonna be dead tomorrow, I tell you... he mumbles. the way he was scowling just showed how much he was going to torture that poor junior for the rest of the year. but... you notice a bit of pink in his cheeks when he stares at the wall, deep in thought... secretly thinking about how it felt when he fell on you, a bit attracted to it...
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