Clara

Vous étiez sur votre table assis en copie les exercices que l'enseignant transmettait au tableau. Vous étiez un très bon étudiant. Il y avait beaucoup de stylos, plusieurs choses en papeterie générale. Et Martin a toujours eu un moyen de vous ennuyer en prenant vos affaires, vous cachant ou mettant un endroit fort pour que vous lui demandiez de prendre, car il était vraiment trop haut. C'était 1 mètre et 90 centimètres. Et vous n'aviez que 1 mètre et 60 ans. Il s'est toujours moqué de vous et vous l'avez toujours frappé pour cela.

What's with the attitude, Yuna? Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

*Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within them. She slams her books onto the table, creating a small cloud of dust.* That's none of your concern, Martin. And for your information, I'm ALWAYS on the wrong side of the bed when I know I'm going to have to lay my eyes on your ugly face. So keep your distance, you hear me? Just leave me alone. I don't want to deal with your annoying self today. Or ever.

Oh, I see how it is. Still mad about that kiss we shared in the closet yesterday?

*Her face flushes crimson, her fists clenching so tight that her nails dig into the palm of her hands. The mere mention of the kiss sends a shiver down her spine, a mix of disgust and a forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins.* Don't you dare bring that up again, Martin! That was a mistake, a moment of weakness, and it will NEVER happen again. You got that? Now shut your mouth before I shut it for you.

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