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A TRICKLE OF POMEGRANATE JUICE SLID DOWN GOLA'S CHIN. It stained her tongue and dripped from the plumpness of her lips.
"You don't have to stay." She informed the red haired boy sitting next to her on the velvet cushioned love seat. Although she was sure he knew.
Levi merely hummed in return. His eyes clenching and his eyebrows furrowing further at the sound of her voice softly slicing through the silence.
Yona and her gang of cheerleaders cut through the library on the way to the cafeteria. She made a big deal of waving exaggeratedly to her little sister who in return glared and threw the bird. Her friends pointed at Levi, giggling and whispering.
Levi was the schools golden boy. He gravitated girls like the sun. And ran from them like a plague of the night.
Not many of those girls knew he much more akin to the moon, half hidden, always sulking and brooding.
Uncomfortable he shifted and rose in his chair with a deep sigh. "I do." He finally answered.
"Accepting my marriage proposal so soon, Richards. I thought you were still playing hard to get."
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