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"C'mon guys! We need to get to-"
Plop.
"What the fu-" I growl, but don't get to finish my sentence because I'm met with a pair of dark aqua eyes.
"My bad... Actually, I'm almost 100% sure it was you who bumped into me," the boy grumbles.
"Listen up pretty boy," I start saying while standing up, "I don't know what happened to your manners, but you just crossed a line you shouldn't have even drawn, now are you going to apologize, or not?"
He chuckles, "You're cute when you're angry."
"I get my temper from my dad," I reply, keeping my face intimidating.
He rocks on the back of his heels, "I'm waiting for my apology, clumsy."
I glare, "My name's Astrid, call me that or don't bother calling me at all." I growl, stomping away with my bag.
Before I can catch up to Grace and Carter, I look back and see the blonde idiot smirking to himself at the end of the hall.
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