Run... it's the best choice. You shift a bit uncomfortably in your seat, ready to make the dash but as you get up, you catch the scent of something flowery.
"Kyle... My... You.. look.."
You feel a soft hand run across your face. The scent of her hair... it's so nice.. and inviting. You look up at Anisha and smile despite yourself.
"Kyle.. you look like me.. how did you..."
The Class is deadly silent, and the scent of her hair is driving you mad. You stand up in your chair and you want to confess everything to her... how her skin feels... your powers... your feelings for her. It's driving you insane... Your hands are clenched together so tightly that your actually drawing blood. Opening your mouth to speak, you take a deep breath and...
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