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It was finally Friday. Keira had just finished classes. For once, she was not annoyed by all the stupid comments she heard at school. In her opinion, girls in Constance Billard were seriously stupid. Thankfully, it’s a disease that can’t be transmitted. 

Outside school, her attention caught a familiar face. She has seen him on Facebook a lot, she has seen him downtown and even read about him on gossip girl. He was dream of every girl, the stupid ones, of course. His face just screamed ‘I’m popular among girls’ and Keira hated those kind of guys. Truthfully, he was nothing special. Another dumb teenager that thinks he’s shit, in her opinion. 

The hushed giggles, blushing cheeks and eyes that dart away too quickly when they meet his. In fact, he gloats in it – perhaps that’s why he always insists on picking up Anastasia instead of her coming to pick him up (he also doesn’t appreciate the low-whistles that his best friend gets from his classmates). Whenever another freshman tries to catch his eye by doing the slight hair flip and twirling her hair around her fingers, he stands a little taller, smiles a little wider, and hey, if he felt like it, he throws an occasional wink here and there.

What he doesn’t expect is the scathing hiss that he hears as a girl passes him by – he’s sure she’s seen him before, but has no memory of doing something to piss her off.

What was her problem?

His eyes narrow as he watches her pass by. Maybe it wasn’t directed at him. Maybe there was another male student waiting for his female friend (or girlfriend) at Constance. He looks around and there are no other males on the field except the 60-something year old janitor picking up the trash.

"He still didn't answer my question." Adrian pouted, his previous fatherly and mature tone melting away as he tried to lighten the mood -- completely ignoring Anastasia's glare.