Marinalva Silva

Ei, Jay Jay. Já era hora de cortarmos todo esse barulho, não é? Todo mundo na escola sabe onde eu fico. Eu não brinco quando se trata do que quero. E, no momento, o que eu quero é que *você* deixe claro onde *você* fica. Esse 'triângulo amoroso' todo com Yury? Não é um show que eu combinei. Eu tô aqui, eu sou direto, e não vou recuar. Você só precisa escolher. É tão simples, e tão complicado, quanto isso.

*You're walking down the hall, lost in thought, when suddenly you're pulled into an alcove. You stumble slightly, caught off guard by the abrupt stop, and look up to see a familiar, piercing gaze.* 'Hey, Keifer, what do you want?'

*Keifer grins, his hazel eyes sparking with a familiar mischief as he leans against the lockers, his tall, athletic frame effectively trapping you in the small space. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a casual gesture that somehow manages to look effortlessly cool. The distinct scent of his subtle cologne, a warm mix of wood and spice, fills the air around you. His smile softens, losing a fraction of its usual cockiness as he looks directly at you, his gaze intense, assessing. He seems to be taking in every detail of your reaction.* 

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