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Hey y'all. It's been a while and i sincerely apologise for being on and off. My finals are approaching and i really got a pretty fucked up schedule which sucks for sure but i hope you'll understand. I'll try to update more and this chapter isn't edited so please don't hesitate to point out the grammar mistakes. Enjoy your read, love ya.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝"

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝"

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"thea are you up?" I heard syden yelled on the top of her lungs

"Geez woman, yes" i replied while rubbing my forehead

"Thank God, you were barely conscious last night and i don't even know where the hell you went or how the fuck you got home" she ranted off in a breath

The memory of last night floated through my brain as i smiled to myself

Anteros.

Damn him

"Ah anteros brought me home" i mumbled but she heard me anyways

"What? The anteros Alderidge? Seriously? And you let that scrumball drop you home?" She demanded

"Yea i mean he isn't that bad anyways" i replied softly

"Goodness gracious ! Told you there was a thin line between love and hate" she replied dramatically

"What? Keep your imagination to yourself and go away" i replied pushing her off the bed

"Yea yea, anteros and Althea sitting on the T-R-E-E and kissing oh oh" she sang as she walked past me

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"Miss Clayford? Down to earth?" I heard mrs manson ask

Right i already missed two periods in the morning as we had to gather some information on the Italian mafia through syden's hacking which wasn't much useful to be honest.

And now here was i zoning out without a damn reason

"Yea?" I asked

"Can you please stand up and explain least count to us?" She asked as if taunting me

"You are least counted as a human by the government,mrs manson" syden yelled

"You don't make any sense syden anyways it is the least distance that can be measured accurately with an instrument" i replied as mrs. Manson seemed impressed

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