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Chapter 7 - Chapter 06 My safe zone

Aveline

I was still hugging her.

My sister. My shield. My walking headache.

Mom had already stormed off, heels clicking like thunder down the hall.

Mireline looked down at me and chuckled.

I pouted dramatically and whispered,

"No one loves me. No one. I'm all alone, sis…"

She blinked. Then, with zero mercy, she grabbed my ear and twisted it.

Hard.

"That's why I protect you, you idiot," she said.

"Oh? No one loves you? You're all alone? Haa~?"

"Ow ow ow! But sis—!"

"But what, Aveline?"

"I was just out with my friends… Alia was there too!"

"Yeah, and Alia told me you nearly died, standing in front of a freaking Lamborghini like some dramatic statue."

She had her arms crossed now, full rage mode activated.

I huffed. "It wasn't that serious. That idiot was driving too fast. I just… showed up. She stopped in time."

"Ohhh? Is that so?"

She leaned in, tone suddenly way too sweet for comfort.

"Tell me, what did she look like?"

"…What?" I blinked.

She smiled, eyes twinkling like a gremlin.

"I'm just curious."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Why did you ask that?"

The words came out like bullets.

Mireline raised her hands innocently. "What? I was just asking~"

(Yeah right. I know that smirk. She's up to something.)

"Hmmph. Whatever. Now go. You promised me cocoa cake with a triple-choco shake and marshmallows.

Like, the works. Go make it."

She sighed like a tragic maid.

"Ugh… you manipulative little creature."

But she left anyway. She always does.

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And finally…

Peace.

I flopped onto my bed like a defeated anime character.

White sheets. Stuffed toys around me like sleepy guards.

I closed my eyes.

But her face crept in.

That hot, annoying, emotionally unavailable girl.

Her hair was wild. Wolf-cut, like a rebellion.

Her glare? Sharp.

Her energy? Rude.

Her aura? Ugh... kinda addictive.

Wait. WAIT.

Why the hell am I thinking about her?!

Get it together, Aveline.

I shook my head, hugged my giant strawberry plushie, and pulled the blanket over me.

My heart was too loud.

My brain too messy.

I whispered into the pillow,

"I'm such an idiot,"

and slipped into dreams I won't admit to remembering.

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