Eleanor
“I can’t believe she’s making you do that.” Ava gasped after I had caved and told her of the predicament I had to face in the next few minutes. “Predator instincts is no joke.”
I sighed, pulling my thick hair into a high ponytail as we walked into the classroom where we were asked to gather. “Tell me about it.”
“I dunno, it seems the odds haven’t been in you favor. First the choosing jar selects in a match for seniors, and now you get to face one of the best, because Warwick suddenly has her eyes on you.” her voice was barely above a whisper as we entered the classroom, making our way to the far end.
It didn’t take much to know the class was full of students from our tower.
I scanned the class for Ezra, but didn’t catch a glimpse of him, and felt a tiny pang of something.
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