บท 81: Senior Kleah [1]

"Hey, junior, you're late," Kleah said, sighing as I greeted her.

"Well, you're early, Senior," I replied.

"Ha, is that supposed to be a joke?" Kleah raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head, "Nope."

Kleah grinned at me thoughtfully and said, "I heard a rumor that you're madly in love with Layla and you were going to fight against Ronald Trueheart for her."

"That's not true," I said, frustrated that rumors were spreading like wildfire.

"It's just a rumor; forget about it."

"I can't forget about it, junior," Kleah shook her head vehemently.

"Well, then, I won't forget that you're a half-el-"

"Hey, you!" Kleah covered my mouth with her hand, her green-leaf eyes glaring at me.

"Don't use that as leverage every time you're losing an argument," she whispered, still glaring at me.

Her pretty face was so close to mine, and her addictive scent was awakening my primal instincts.