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“You’re kidding, Jack?” Diego huffs indignantly, eyeing the ticket with a glare of poison as if it would bite him in his ass.
Y’know, just like the karma he deserved after scamming even the Student Council President. Perfectly normal.
The hall monitor nods strictly, already feeling his purple hair turning a shade of white. “Take it, scumbag.”
Diego takes it.
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The sound of upbeat music echoes through the gym, Alexandria watching as the cheer team practiced their routine for the million and fifth time (yes Ria counted).
The only reason she has interest in the pretty girls shaking their ass and pompoms was because her precious, beautiful, loving, darling girlfriend Church was part of it.
The same Church who can kill an army of mortals.
So hot.
The music stops, the routine performed perfectly just like the goddesses performing it. Alexandria leaps to her feet, cheering loudly and proudly. “Church~! Church, my beautiful darling!! You were perfect!!”
Church rolls her eyes, slightly embarrassed. She waves to her girlfriend, turning around to drink water. Her eyes sparkle, cheeks flush. She smiles.
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Caeles (pronounced “Kay-Leigh”... don’t ask) somehow seems to spawn in front of his cousin and his boyfriend, teeth bared. Don’t trust his freaking adorable face, don’t trust his antics, people say. He ain’t just four. He’s four fucking eons.
That child’s a MAN-child.
“Hello, Azzie,” Caeles grins. “Can you tell me where Diego-senior is?”
“Oh, detention.” Raphael interrupts, ever innocent, with those big, innocent eyes of his.
“Okay, thanks!”
Caeles disappears, leaving Azrael confused and Raphael wagging his non-existent doggy tail, searching for his demon boyfriend’s affection.
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“Hmmm.. cute.” Thomas Sinclair smirks, just like the fucking creep he is, scrolling through his gallery that for some weird reason was filled with pics of Azrael’s ass.
What the hell man.
Yes, this is the exact same guy who broke up with Aaron, someone who Sinclair claimed to love with all his heart. If he wants to date Azrael anyway, then I’ll take your ex, thank you very much.
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Chase leans back in his chair, the setting sun bouncing off his hair and illuminating the beautiful golden strands because god damn it what an attractive man.
He’s been looking over the student’s portfolios, more specifically interested in Diego’s.
Why was that guy such a pain?
The president of the student council looks out of his window, a small, wicked smile on his face. “That moron keeps throwing a boomerang.”
“I’ll make sure it hits his face.”
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The sun was now setting, just peeking over the horizon as it said its last goodbyes for the day. Hailey was watching the sky paint itself with stars.
She smiles. Okay, maybe she does hate Primrose Academy. Maybe she does hate Raphael and his new sweetheart. Maybe she does hate the way every student is on her ass for being the jerk she was during homecoming.
Maybe she does hate the king for torturing her more than she already was.
But she had to admit, the view and the surroundings were a sight.
This place was a goddamn paradise.
Totally worth it.