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“Oh, boy, here we go,” she mutters

I look in the direction of the voice and couys fro up close I quickly glance around and see all eyes on us I’d bet anything these three are at the top of the food chain around here They not only have that air of superiority, but the way the other students seem to cower down to them speaks volumes It’s not just their unuys have that ineffable factor that demands attention Their intense stares make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up

Ainsley stops in front of the uy “What do you want? I’m busy”

Well, I guess not everyone cowers down to them It only makes me like Ainsley more

“What are you doing, Ains? They pay people to take out the trash” He glares at me as he speaks to her

Oh, no he didn’t

My adrenaline is flaring as I level hilare “What’s your problem?”

The dickhead co to Ainsley “Are you going to answer my question?”

Ainsley rolls her eyes “Back off, Kingston You may be two minutes older, but you’re not the boss of me”

Wait what? They’re twins? Is this the guy Peyton was talking about? It has to be—that name isn’t very common

Kingston’s stupidly square jaw tics as the guy on the right looks like he’s trying not to laugh “There are rules, Ainsley”

I’uy’s ass to him, but Ainsley beats me to it

She pokes hi out hoever I want and Jazz here, is ether If you have a problem with that, too bad”

His jaw tics “No You Won’t”

I throw my hands up, officially fed up with his bullshit “Seriously, what the fuck is your problem? You don’t know me How dare you make assumptions about me!”