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"𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℯ'𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹"
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Grumbling multiple insults directed to Adrian Harris, her loathsome chemistry teacher, Ophelia pulls out the books for her next class. Once she picks up on another heartbeat that seems to be lingering dangerously close to her locker, she sighs through her nose. "Fuck off, I'm not in the mood."
"Seems like you're never in the mood," the male voice replies in amusement.
Slamming the door close a little too harshly, Ophelia glares at Isaac leaning on the locker next to her with a smirk toying on his lips. "What the fuck do you want?"
The werewolf holds his hands up innocently and falls into step beside her as she makes her way down the crowded hallway. "Did you get tickets to the rave tonight?"
Ophelia's eyes narrow as she spares him a glance. "I'm not interested, dog-boy."
"So, you did?"
The hybrid stops walking, her arms folded across her leather jacket. "Maybe. If you're after a date, it's not happening," she bluntly tells him.
That same irritating smirk returns, and he slowly nods at her, keeping eye contact the entire time. "Is that because you aren't interested, or because I'm in Derek's pack?"
