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Chapter #50
Reid's left and right brains seem to be in trouble. Also, even if he wants to say ‘not so’ and or ‘do not think of’, it seems that it will be even more unclear and very uncool in the eyes of Leonna. Hm, why does he have to be busy thinking about the impression and view of the girl against him?
“That, I, I'm geography class in classroom C-2, first floor.” Said Leonna super nervous.
Reid who heard the word of the first floor was secretly relieved. He without a second thought then said, “Oke. I'll drop you off first then.”
“Eh, what? Nope, no. You don't have to drive me. Really am. I've been troubling you a lot. So, seriously. You really don't need to, Reid!”
Hearing Leonna's vehement rejection, Reid returns. He then reflexively raised again his displeased and extremely unfriendly gaze to Leonna. The girl in front of him was silent and looked down in horror.
“So it's a statement, not a question.” Reid's whisper was right in Leonna's ear.
The cold and hot words that hit Leonna's earlobes, like to dislike, brought the conversation of the two young people to the final line. Reid without much more cheques then stepped quickly ahead of Leonna. While Leonna herself, as the subject of the ugly change of Reid's feelings, then hurriedly followed the long steps of the black-blanked man.
‘What's with me now? Really am. If you can turn the time. I definitely won't behave like—no! I will be late that day! So, what about after this? Is there no other way to smother this whole ridiculous feeling?! Oh, myGod! It's been my normal life.’ Grumpy Reid in heart.
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stuyvesant High School is famous for its high level of student attendance. However, the success is not solely because their students are afraid of the rules in their elite school or maybe, their students are lazy to break.
But, even so great is the explanation above. The age of Stuyvesant High School is clearly entering old age, so inevitably it will be vulnerable to attacks of disease, bacteria, viruses, fungi, and so on. Sure do. Appearance of naughty students from birth, follow naughty, naughty fad, and forced to be naughty. Surely it will appear even though their percentage is not up to one percent.
For example, these two students.
“Quinn are you still a long time? I mean, it's okay if you're long. But, the fate of our absence will be very problematic, if not entered in the class of the Chatty Bathory!”
Raleigh Palomi is uncomfortable. He should have just followed the advice of that idiot Rada girl. No harm either, yes. Plus, he certainly will not be trapped in a situation of no benefit and prone to be detrimental to the figure he said is the prima donna of their force.
“How dare you lecture me! You think I don't know. Yes already. Comeing! Boring once you are!”
Cigarette butts, either to the four or to five Quinn Delaney this morning, had their owners thrown roughly to the ground. He then trampled without morale the newly burned nicotine stick. He was satisfied to torture the master of cigarettes, then moved quickly from where they stood.
“Quinn, wait, wait.”
Quinn Delaney's steps, which had not even stepped on three counts, came to a halt. Both eyebrows created by Quinn then furrowed unhappy. “What's the problem again now? Weren't you the one who said we have to go back to class?! Why are you even—”
“No, Quinn, forgive me, but, look there!”
A large silver ring in the forefinger of Raleigh Palomi pointed a storm towards the building to the east of them. Apparently, a man who could be recognized even with his eyes closed by Quinn, had just walked out the main door of the building.
“What do you mean—Reid?” Quinn's sentence was again interrupted.
He was surprised not to play to see his heart that had always been perfect in the attendance list, suddenly ditching. Plus, it's getting weird again, why and what's Reid doing at the gym?
Sure do. It's not like that handsome guy can't be there. It's just, anyone knows that Reid is very anti to set foot in the place of the basketball children under the leadership of the cool-ass young man, Noah Thatcher. So, why? What why?
Not all Quinn's questions have been answered. One other figure suddenly poked out from behind the door of the sports hall. Quinn's fingers spontaneously clenched tightly.
It knows very well it will not be easy to get the love and attention of a Reid Cutler. However, he was clearly very unwilling, if the heart of his crush that he had been chasing for almost four years was stolen just by just a new child.
The two of them had not even counted ten days of meeting. So, he should be the one who is more worthy of Reid and not Leonna Milekov!
“Shoppers! Russian girl sucks it already really does not love life apparently.”
Quinn's face was red. The anger that is always up and down does not look at time, let alone feathers. Now more and more explosive when suddenly Reid grasped Leonna's hand. The existence of that innocent pretentious girl alone was enough to make him sick, and now, being held in his hands by Reid?! Can't be allowed.
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“What are you doing?”
Camera shots were heard from Quinn's smart phone. Raleigh Palomi thought it was a bit awkward with the movements of this obsessive friend when he had rushed into his pants pocket and pulled out the smart phone. But, photographing two people that he did not want to tell the truth, was good, or not! Very compatible in his eyes.
Evidently. Reid would have preferred a girl who looked innocent, innocent, and adorable petite like Leonna, rather than Quinn who—ugh, too explicit, obsessive, and also arrogant. He as a friend, perhaps, is often made uncomfortable with the way this girl surnamed Delaney behaves. But what can I do. Quinn was stubborn and hard-hearted.
“Motching them will only make the storage space on your phone filled with garbage. Besides, if you're upset, you can avenge that next time. Simple, right?”
Raleigh Palomi said flat. He didn't want Quinn to go crazy anymore. Yesterday Vanya Orleans said that this pretentious girl had snuck Leonna in the cafeteria. And worse, when the stupid action happened, Leonna turned out oh was not alone. He doesn't know how, surrounded by TTS personnel and even, when it almost falls, Reid becomes his sort of superhero.
“Revenge.” Quinn spoke suddenly with an acutely hardened jaw.
“What?”
Quinn's voice was too small. Raleigh who was standing next to Quinn, then a little closer to the girl with the orange-red outline.
“I will use this photo for revenge.”
The image displayed on the screen of the Quinn smart phone, the owner was pressed very tight. And if Raleigh hadn't immediately stopped Quinn's impingement on the red-and-gold phone, it would have been that the expensive screen didn't take long to break and end up being a piece of junk.
“So what you said. But, don't let your parents trouble me.” Raleigh whispered coldly right in Quinn's ear. “Take it easy. Those elders I will not let disturb you. But, before that, the Russian girl I must first teach her a lesson.” Quinn replied then chuckled creepily.
“Tempramental as usual.” Raleigh Palomi murmured as he stood down. Then step quickly following the path of Quinn who passed lightning.
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