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his face. "Wow, the freak got a makeover. Move it,

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nake. Her fingers clamped around Co

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mouths. Nobody could comprehend the physical stren

face turning purple with rage. He scrambled to

t her polished black shoe down hard on the center of

pressure on his sternum was agonizing. He stared up at Zer

cked under his arm. He stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropping at the viole

to look at the teacher. She didn't lift her foo

er voice smooth and entirely

stammered, pointing a shaking finger. "Both of you, my office, immediately after class!" But as he met Zero's dark, warning gaze, the teacher swallowed hard. The sheer, su

the fallen chair, flipped it upright, and sat down. She

practically crawled back to his seat, keeping his h

her earbuds in, shoved her hands in her pockets, and

ond floor, a sickeningly sweet wave

ocke, the head cheerleader and Maverick Thorne's most obsessi

"Put on a suit and think you're not tr

er eyes swept over the three girls, radiat

a hand, her long, red-painted acrylic nail pointing direct

zie's extended finger and bent it ba

linding pain, forcing her to drop into a humiliating, half-kneeling p

gasped, stepping

al, so devoid of human empathy, that both girls froze. Th

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