This chapter is dedicated to Omotoyi

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I climbed down from the Keke as I stretched out the two hundred naira to the driver before turning to the gate. I couldn't help but think about what happened at school today.

Kim had returned to class with a sad face, refusing to talk to me. Minutes later, the Elites showed up, and Toyosi decided to do the honours of filling the class in on what went down in the nurse's office. Apparently, Krystian was taken to the hospital for a proper examination and medication.

I got to the front door and tried the doorknob before opening the door with the house key. Yes, we had a security man, but my sister usually made sure we locked the doors when going out. We all had our keys to help.

I got into the house and proceeded for the stairs, but stopped when I saw a blue file resting on the dining table. I creased my brows as I abandoned the stairs and went to the dining table instead. I wasn't sure what the file was. I opened the file out of curiosity, only to see different figures in it. Flipping through the pages, I got to understand the content of the file. This was the company's financial statement, and the zeros leaving the company were alarming.

"What are you doing?" I looked at the front door to see Trust was about closing it. I was so engrossed in the content of this file that I didn't hear him come in. He looked at the file that was currently closed in my hands. "What is that?"

Instead of answering him, I placed the file back on the dining table and headed for the stairs. It was clear he wasn't home, considering the door was locked minutes ago. I was sure it must have been Mr. Ambrose. He was the only outsider working in the company who had a spare key. Trust was currently working as the acting CEO and was meant to have an idea of this before being sent to the house.

I shook my head as I got into my room and closed the door behind me. I had a lot on my mind right now, and it hurt to add more. I flung my backpack into a corner and moved to my reading table to get my sticky notes and pen. I needed to take notes on my findings and possibly gut feelings so I wouldn't lose track.

I kneeled at the foot of my bed as I began writing on separate sticky notes.

𝓚𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷
𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮: 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼.

𝓣𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓼𝓲
𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮: 𝓖𝓸𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓚𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.

𝓞𝓻𝓮
𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮: 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶. 

𝓗𝔂𝓶𝓷
𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮:?

I grabbed the four sticky notes and moved them to the side of the wardrobe so I could place them one after the other. I had chosen the side of the wardrobe facing the direction of my bathroom because it was harder for someone to see what was pasted on it from my room's door or even from my bed and reading corner.

I looked at the sticky notes that had the name Krystian on them and his motive before pasting them. Danielle did say Krystian had a crush on a girl outside the group's circle. She might not have mentioned who the person was because she had no idea, but my biggest hunch was pointing at Danielle. It all made sense if it was her. He probably liked her, and she'd rejected him, which forced him to kill her out of anger, which explained why he was the first to see her body.

But . . .

I sighed, still looking at the sticky notes with Krystian's name on them. If he did tell her about his feelings, that meant she knew about them. But Danielle's article pointed out that she didn't know Krystian's crush, and judging that it was a draft showed she genuinely had no idea who his crush was. And even if he did kill her, wouldn't he have tried not to get caught by leaving the scene before anyone noticed?

"Which brings us to Toyosi," I muttered as I grabbed the second sticky note and pasted it beside Krystian's. I squinted my eyes and studied her motive carefully. All I could think about was Ore's words at Danielle's funeral. She wanted Danielle gone just like everyone else, but for what reason? Krystian, of course. She must have known about Krystian's secret crush on Danielle, and that must have prompted her to kill Danielle in the press club. Toyosi might have an image of niceness around her, but the way she'd flipped on that poor boy at the field spoke otherwise. What if she'd done something much worse, and she'd done it to my sister? The thought of Toyosi hurting my sister angered me even more.

I turned and grabbed the sticky note that had Ore's name on it and pasted it beside Toyosi's. Ore hated Danielle and didn't bother to hide it, just as she wasn't bothering to hide her dislike for me. She hated the fact that Danielle was faster and hated the fact that she was only an assistant. Daniela and Chika did say Ore hated the word assistant, so what if she was so jealous to the point she had to murder Danielle?

But then there was the mysterious man, Hymn. I grabbed his sticky note and placed it below the first three. He had a huge question mark on it because I just couldn't figure him out. He had no motive like the others, which made me even more weary. He was part of the Elites, and as the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. There was no way he had a clean record.

I moved a few paces backwards and stared at the murder board I'd just created. My eyes diverted from the word Krystian to Toyosi, then Ore, and finally Hymn. All looked guilty aside from Hymn, but I was so sure something was linking him to this. 

There had to be. . . .

"One out of many, my foot," I scoffed, remembering Seidi's words. "More like one out of four."

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I stepped out of the room after taking my bath. I was putting on a white t-shirt and black knickers, and I had on the rubber slippers I'd worn to school to avoid getting splashed all over my sneakers. I needed a break from the murder board I'd created and to focus more on the financial statement I saw earlier while hoping Trust wasn't downstairs. 

I descended the stairs absentmindedly, not aware of the small talk going on downstairs. I arrived at the foot of the stairs to see my sister using the sofa's backrest as an aid to balance on one foot as she lifted her left leg in an attempt to pull off her loafers shoe.

"Welcome, sister," I greeted, interrupting whatever discussion she was having with Trust, who was sitting at the dining table with his personal computer open in front of him. 

"Thank you. How was school today?" I nodded as a way of saying 'fine', to her. I thought it was better to do that than to lie to her face. 

"Did you . . . did you see the financial statement on the dining table?" I pointed in the direction, using my thumb. 

"Financial statement?" she wondered. 

"Mr. Ambrose must have kept them," I went on. 

"Honey," Debby called after successfully pulling off both shoes. "Did Mr. Ambrose bring in any financial statements?" 

"It's nothing, love," Trust said, not pulling his gaze from his laptop screen. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

"What?" God, this man could lie. "Everything is out of the ordinary!" I exclaimed, turning to my sister. "The money leaving the company is outrageous; I saw it with my own eyes."

"What do you know about business?" Trust finally lifted his head to look at me. "I know you don't like me, but isn't this too much?"

"Where's the financial statement, then?" I challenged. "Bring it out! Or—or call Mr. Ambrose." I turned to my sister. "He'll tell you what I saw."

"I fired Mr. Ambrose." My eyes widened as I returned my attention to Trust. "He's deceitful and unworthy."

"Aren't you describing yourself?" I fired. "He was—" 

"That's enough!" Debby shouted, stopping whatever comment was building up in my throat. I turned to her in bewilderment, but all I could see was a look of disappointment. 

She was disappointed in me. . . . 

"I have had a long day," Debby began with a shaky voice. "I have had a stressful day, and what I do not want is to come home to a sister whining because she does not like the man I love."

"Sis Debby—" 

"Let me finish!" She yelled in anger, then paused to calm herself down. "Let me finish. Trust has been a big help to us in that company, and I won't just stand here and watch you speak ill of him. I trust him, and I trust his judgment. I love you, Delphine. But I don't know the person I'd become if you continue to keep this attitude of yours."

I gulped, biting my inner cheeks and keeping all comments to myself. I just couldn't believe she was indirectly taking his side. I was her flesh and blood, but I guess that didn't matter. "I'm going upstairs."

My big sister sidestepped me as she made her way to the stairs with her huge makeup box in one hand and the other holding her loafers shoes. 

"You shouldn't have meddled with adult business when you're just a kid," Trust said once my sister was gone. "What do you know about financial statements? What did you think you saw? Do you know the difference between forty million naira and four hundred million naira?" 

I balled my hands and released them countless times before angrily storming upstairs. There was no point in exchanging words with him. I was a fool for not taking pictures when I saw the figures in that file. I would've known Debby would take his side without solid evidence. 

She always does . . . 

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The next day came in as a blur for me as I absentmindedly walked past the school gate with both hands holding tightly on the strap of my backpack. I was really a fool yesterday. I had refused to speak to Debby, and she'd done the same to me. I couldn't help but feel angry that it was all because she trusted her boyfriend. I was family; he wasn't. That was what hurt the most. 

Creeek! 

I jumped and turned, only to see Romeo and his bicycle inches away from me. "Sorry." I apologised to him and stepped aside. 

"What were you doing in Wonderland?" He questioned me, and I creased my brows. 

"What?" 

"Wonderland," he repeated, "the land of thoughts?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Romeo climbed down from his bicycle and began pushing it while walking beside me. 

"I see a lot of students riding that," I said, pointing at his bicycle. This was the first time I saw him with one, which gave me the impression that he doesn't ride it all the time. "Is there a place to park it?" 

Romeo nodded. "It's convenient all thanks to Sodiq and his ideas. There's a parking lot, but it is mostly used by teaching staff and the school body. Any parents or guardians are allowed to drop their kids off at school but aren't allowed to leave the car on the school premises until closing hours."

"How convenient," I responded as we both arrived at the bike rack, which was beside the school's main building. Unlike most bikes that had locks, Romeo's didn't have any. He just rested his bicycle against the wall, and that was it. 

"Fancy right?" Romeo questioned, turning to me. "Did your previous school have any?" 

We were heading to the school's main building entrance. "Not really. I was in boarding school; we weren't even allowed to have phones."

"I'm sure, Miss. Susan would love that school very much, but only if it pays well." I was reminded of the English teacher once more. She wasn't my favourite because she was still hostile towards me, irrespective of the fact that I was doing well in her classes so far. 

We got to the class before assembly time, and Kim was already present. She was sitting on her seat while concentrating hard on something on her desk. 

"Hey Juliet," Romeo muttered as he walked past her desk to his seat at the back. Kim turned to glare at him but decided he wasn't worth it as she turned back to what she was looking at earlier.

"Morning Kim," I risked greeting her, not sure if she was still angry about the stuff that happened to Krystian or not. 

"Hi Delphine," she said, turning to me with a smile, and I sighed in relief. I took my seat and placed my backpack in my desk locker while peering at the paper on her desk. 

"What's that?" My question made her let out a frustrated sigh. 

"I'm allowed to paste the flyers in front of classes, close to the whiteboard, so students will notice them more and join the club."

"That's good news, right?" I asked her. 

"I wish," she said again. "The flyers I'm allowed to paste in the classes can only stand for a week. After one week, I'll be asked to take it down. And the flyer on the notice board can only stand for a month. After a month, I'll be asked to take that down as well. And the thing is," Kim turned to me pouting, "if by the end of the month there isn't any progress concerning the club, the school would've to dissolve it and manage the club's future budget on other clubs that require it."

"That . . ." I wasn't sure of what to say to her, then made up my mind. "I can join—" 

"My club?!" Kim exclaimed, putting me in an uncomfortable position. 

"I was going to say I could join you to paste the flyers in classes," I answered slowly. Kim's shoulder slumped, but she smiled regardless. She reached for the flyers in her backpack and handed some to me. 

"There's a total of eighteen classes. Nine in the junior arm and nine in the senior arm." I counted the flyers she'd handed to me. It was nine in total, meaning she had the other nine. "We'll do it together, probably during lunch break, starting with our class. Sorry if I'm doing too much."

"It's fine," I said to her. "I hope you get the members you deserve."

Hymn was the first to walk past the opened classroom door, followed by Ore, then Toyosi and Krystian in crutches. Kim visibly gasped when she saw Krystian and quickly rushed over before Krystian could have his seat. He didn't look like he was in much pain, and I knew the crutches were given to him so he wouldn't put much weight on his hurt ankle. 

"How are you feeling, Krystian?" Kim asked in one breath. Toyosi was helping place his crutches at the side of his seat. 

"He's fine, Kim; you can go to your seat." Kim was dismissed immediately by Toyosi, though not too out of character like the way she'd done to that Nosa guy. 

Speaking of the devil, Nosa had gotten up from his seat and was approaching Krystian's. I could tell his presence alone was riling up Kim and Toyosi. 

Hymn was long gone with the headphones he'd placed in his ear, and Ore seemed to be enjoying what was going on. 

"What do you want?" Kim turned to Nosa angrily, and I noticed Krystian placing a hand on his temple like he was too tired for this. I smiled a little as he somehow reminded me of Debby, but I scolded myself for doing just that. He was a suspect, and I was currently not on speaking terms with my elder sister. 

"Guy, I'm sorry," Nosa said, ignoring Kim. "I didn't know I was going in hard yesterday. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"You didn't do anything," Krystian said, leaning his back against his chair. "Everyone knows it was an accident."

Tell Kim that. 

"And I'm fine," he continued. "It's just a sprain. I was told not to play for a few weeks, and that's that. It'll get better in a few weeks."

I was surprised at how polite he sounded throughout his speech. 

"Thank God," Nosa let out a sigh of relief. "I thought I was in big soup."

"You will be in one someday if you don't stop playing rough." Kim wasn't backing down. She looked like one of those people who could do anything to protect Krystian. More like Toyosi, but in a less serious manner. Or maybe it was the fact that I couldn't take her threats seriously. 

"How's your flyer going?" Toyosi jumped in to change the subject. 

"Oh, I'm allowed to paste in classes, and it will only last for one week," I scoffed as Nosa codedly left for his seat. It was a cowardly act, but I wouldn't blame him. 

"That's good news," Toyosi reassured her, and I wasn't sure what was surprising. Kim's attention span or Toyosi's personality switch. 

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"You'd be going to Femi's party this evening, right?" Kim asked during Mr. Obi's class. His class was before the lunch break, and Kim had already brought out the flyers. 

"I told you, I can give you the invite," I responded, still looking at Mr. Obi as he kept explaining a subtopic. 

"No, it won't be nice," she grumbled. "You were the one invited; I was the one asked to be your plus one." 

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh in an attempt to control myself. "I don't want to go, Kim."

"Why? You have to; Krystian will be there." She said that like it would change my mind. "I heard from a few that you're the special guest."

"What does that mean?" 

"Like . . . I don't know how true it is, but I heard Femi likes you." She whispered. I scoffed, poking my inner cheek with my tongue. 

"Reason why I shouldn't go," I responded icily. 

"Come on." Kim wasn't giving up. She was at this point pulling the hem of my jacket like some child. "This is your second week of school, and luckily you got invited to one of the biggest birthday bashes. How lucky are you?"

"Not that lucky."

"You must go," Kim finally said, letting go of my jacket. "You have to. You're my friend now, whether you like it or not, and I want you to come. Please?" 

I sighed. 

"Pretty please . . ."

I looked elsewhere. 

"Pretty please, with a cherry on top of it like the way they say it in the movies?" She added, but I wasn't backing down. Kim felt sad to see that I was adamant and wasn't ready to change my mind. To be honest, I felt like giving in if that would stop her. It was one party; what was the worst that could happen? It wasn't like Debby would stop me from going. "If Danielle was here, she'd have come with me. God, I miss her."

"I was ready to change my mind." I tried not to react much after hearing Danielle's name. "But since you've decided to compare, I won't go with you."

Kim's eyes widened at that. "No, no, no, no! I wasn't comparing; I would never!" 

I scoffed at her reaction and nodded. "Fine, I'll go with you."

Kim wanted to squeal, but it felt like she was reminded of Mr. Obi's presence. "Today's going to be awesome."

"Promise not to lose guard," I said as a warning. Kim waved her hands as if saying, 'Never!'. 

"I'll go to your house then and—" 

"You'll what?" I sat upright, feeling a bit anxious. 

"Your house," she repeated.

I looked to the left and the right before shaking my head. "You—you can't. My family is having a family meeting today, so you can't."

"Oh," Kim muttered. She looked like she was in great thought before snapping her fingers. "My place, then. I'll send you my address on WhatsApp."

I gave a small nod and thought it best to focus on Mr. Obi, but Kim wasn't done fantasising. 

"The makeup, we'll see today," she continued. "Most girls would do heavy makeup just to impress."

"My elder sister, who's a makeup artist, usually says that women are strong, independent people," I said to her. "They do not wear makeup for a guy but for themselves. A guy can admire it, good and fine, but they're putting it on for their self-confidence."

Kim didn't say anything immediately, and I wondered if I'd said too much. "You remind me of Danielle," she said, then added immediately, "but I'm not comparing! I'm just saying that . . . well . . . Danielle also has an older sister who's a makeup artist, and she usually says that most girls boost their confidence with it, but it's mostly done for themselves and not for others."

I fell silent after her words. Kim leaned in to whisper, "I wish you came to our school when she was alive; you two would've gotten along just fine."

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The alarm sounded for lunchbreak, and Romeo was the one to help with Mr. Obi's books because Krystian couldn't do so at the moment. Once Romeo returned to class, Kim moved to lock the door to the classroom, directly blocking anyone from leaving. 

"What's your problem, Kim?" an impatient Femi asked. Kim raised a finger, and at the same time, I got up with the flyers in my hand. I'd promised to help her, and I wasn't one to go back on promises. As long as she wasn't doing this during the last period when most of the students got clubs or sports practices, then it was fine. 

"Everyone." Kim's voice was so audible that people at the back could hear it perfectly well. "As you all are aware, the debate club needs members." She frantically reached for and grabbed a flyer, probably the one she'd paste close to our whiteboard. "So if you're interested in joining the club, let me know, and I'll write down your names. There are amazing benefits too."

"Like what?" 

"What?" 

"There are amazing benefits," Romeo parroted her words. I was standing beside Kim, so I could notice how tightly she was holding onto the flyer. "Like what?" 

"Like . . ." Kim trailed, biting her lower lips with great thought. "Like being in a club that could benefit you academically. We debate on interesting and educational topics, and that alone could give someone vast knowledge."

"Are you saying that the other clubs don't give vast knowledge?" 

"That's not what she meant, Romeo." 

"Let her speak for herself, Delphine." He gave me a pointed look, and I couldn't help but shut up. Kim was glaring at him at this point, but he didn't care. "Maybe the reason you've got no members is because you keep looking down on other clubs."

"And the debate club is boring; no offence, class rep," Ore added, ignoring Toyosi's attempt to keep her mouth shut. "What do you guys do in there? Why are teachers better than doctors?" 

"We don't—" 

"You should learn to take the hint, Kim." Ore continued. "No one signed up for your club even after you posted it on the notice board. No offence, but no one wants to be in your club."

Kim was already shedding silent tears at this point. She sniffed and raced to the door. I saw her fumble with the keys before opening the door and running out. 

I looked at Ore and said, "Are you finished? Are you both finished?" My eyes trailed from her to Romeo. "What's your problem with Kim? No, for real. Why can't you give her a break? Yes, she looks down on other clubs, but it's because she feels hers could've had the same hype. Saying no offence in every sentence doesn't make your words any less offensive. If you both knew you didn't have anything nice to say, why didn't you guys just keep quiet and let her paste what she wanted to paste and leave? Does it hurt if any of you act nice for one day? One freaking day? —"

"New girl," that voice stopped my outburst, and I pushed all my attention on Krystian, who was in his seat. "Aren't you supposed to console your friend instead of giving some big speech? You're not in a movie."

I folded my palms in tight fists as I noticed Ore laughing at Krystian's words. Even Toyosi had a chuckle or two. I got so mad that I turned and stormed out of the room. I wasn't sure where to start looking for Kim. I didn't know her that well enough to know her hiding spot, or probably her crying spot. I decided the best thing I'd do was check out the debate club. 

I had to ask for directions to find the club. I opened the door that had the word Debate Club pasted on it. The room was dark, and I had to feel the walls for the switch. For some odd reason, that action felt familiar. I switched on the light once I found it, and I digested the room I was in. It was a spacious room with a few desks and chairs in it. Hand-made decorations were hanging from the ceiling and several coloured cardboard pasted on the walls. It had words that were written with different coloured markers. I noticed most of them were debate topics. I walked further into the room, scanning the place with my eyes. I paused when I saw a figure under a desk, and I couldn't help but chuckle. Was she a kid? 

"Hey," I called out, reaching out my hands to Kim to help her out, but all she did was ignore me. At least she was no longer crying, so that was a start. I squatted to be on the same level as Kim, who was under the desk. "I'm sorry for the things they said to you."

"They were right," she sniffed. "The debate club isn't all that great; there is no benefit whatsoever. I'm a fool for not dissolving the club."

"You don't give up easily, and that's one thing I like about you," I said to her. "Don't think about what others say and go for your gut feelings. Ore was just being bitter as always, and Romeo . . ." I paused. I didn't know him much, but I did enjoy his company. I just didn't know what his deal was. Maybe he was too honest for his own good, and of course, I knew he wasn't going to apologise. It felt like everyone in this school—aside from Kim, of course—was allergic to that simple act. Or maybe apologising wasn't that easy for people with an ultra-ego. 

"Come on," I said instead, getting up and stretching my hands to her for the second time. "Let's go paste some flyers."

I waited for a few seconds, almost giving up on the fact that Kim would go back to her cheerful self. And when I had the thought to pull back my outstretched arms, Kim held them tightly and pulled herself up. 

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I arrived at the finish line. Coach Akpan had set a few seconds before Ore. I'd done it so effortlessly without breaking a sweat, irrespective of the scorching sun. Ore, on the other hand, moved to her backpack exhaustedly as she got hold of her bottle of water and gulped half of it down. 

"Delphine, you're an asset to this group." Coach Akpan pulled my attention away from Ore, and I smiled. "Did you have any positions in your previous school?" 

"She was their captain," Daniela helped to answer. Coach Akpan had a surprised look, which was replaced with one of gratitude.

"Your skill is something I thought I would never see again on this team after a star player left us." I knew he was referring to Danielle. "At this rate and with your ability, I can smell us having the trophy this year."

"Thank you, sir." I did like compliments. I liked being appreciated for my effort. 

"Okay, everyone," Coach clapped, gaining the girls' attention. "You're dismissed."

The coach walked out of the field after that, with his hands behind his back. I turned to my backpack to get myself water when Ore appeared out of nowhere, blocking my path. Most of our team members acted like they were talking to friends or searching for something in their backpacks, but I knew that their attention was on Ore and me. 

"So you were captain in your previous school?" she slurred. 

I sighed, biting the inner part of my lower lip in an attempt not to stoop to her level. But it was ore. "That explains why I can beat you, right?" 

"Are you insulting me?" She questioned me in anger after my words had earned some chuckles from the girls. 

"You came up to me, captain." I let her position fall from my mouth as I looked at her. "Anything you see, take it."

I sidestepped her and went for my backpack. "Oh," I turned to her with a smile after I'd hung my bag; any act of hydrating was totally gone. "I'm not here to take your position. I heard how much you hated the word assistant."

Ore was fuming, but like I've said, I'd dealt with girls worse than her in my previous school. My victory was short-lived, as Ore composed herself; every trace of rage was subtly replaced with a smile filled with malice. 

"I'm so happy you're aware of that fact," Ore walked slowly to me, her hips moving from left to right as she did so. The looks on our teammates were beyond this world as if they were waiting for us to start hitting each other. None of them were pretending not to pay attention to us. "So you better watch your back."

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