"That didn't go over so well, did it." I look up from my crouched position on the floor.

"I know you," I say, to the girl in front of me. She is poised, with an unruffled air. She looks close to my age, and her blond hair is cut close to her scalp, bringing her gorgeous facial features into stark relief. She's wearing a black crop top paired with black cargo pants and combat boots.

"No, you don't" she retorts

"Yes I do, you were with him"

"Oh yes," she chuckles, "you saw us, in your school, and then ran away like a hell itself was on your tail"

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