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Agatha watched Kristen as she disappeared in the hallway, slowly she cleaned her tears, her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she turned to go.

A figure at the other end of the end of the hallway signaled to her, she carefully glanced around making sure no one was watching her, satisfied that no one was there, she walked to the figure at the end of the hallway.

“I was beginning…” she cut him off with a slap.

“What are you doing?” He snapped.

She scoffed as she slapped him again. “I should be asking you what you are doing?”

Stephen smirked, clutching his face. “You shouldn't...