WORSE THAN AN AL

[Cynthia: I don't think she's that close to Meethi. Don't worry, we'll have another talk]

[Unknown: Better do so. I don't want some flies around him]

Cynthia laid on her bed fully satisfied as she called Love. She needed the girl for some errands.

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"Are you ready to give the book back?" Camille asked menacingly.

Heh! How dare they take the book she took years to make.

"Hey Ghost man, I think you should give this lady her book. We don't know what she is..," Mark tried to be the mediator.

"What? Did you just refer to me as a 'What?'" You know what? I'm tired of dealing with you guys. There's an easier way to do it," Camille sighed tiredly as she sat. All her strength had been exhausted from quarreling.

"Goodbye guys. And next time, don't sneak into the girl's hostel. You never can know where it'll land you," Camille stood up as she stretched lazily preparing to go back.

As soon as she left, Mark turned to Siddharth, "She just left like that? No currying of favour with you? No constant blinking of lashes? No bending, twisting and turning to gain attention? When I told you she's not normal, you wouldn't agree. Now...."

"Why does her last words seem ironic?" Siddharth suddenly interrupted him.

"She said next time we shouldn't try to sneak in here...?"

"And...What did she say before that?"

"She said there's an easier way to deal with us...?" Mark's eyes widened with a shocking realization,

"Is she going to report us to the head matron?"

"What do you think?" The look on Siddharth's face was indescribable.

"See? I told you. I told you. You wouldn't listen, she would've reached there by now," Mark aggressively snatched the book and ran off to find her.

It's not my fault. I told you to send someone but your adamant big head wouldn't listen. Serves us right!

"Hello, have you seen any girl with black and brown hair, grey shirt and black trouser with a black slipper," Mark asked a young girl just coming out of the hostel.

"Uh...I don't think so...," she said smiling at him like an angel.

"What the sh*t?" Mark cursed. Now for the fist time, he wasn't proud of his flirting skills. He wasn't proud at all.

Ghost man would kill him if they got into trouble. He began regretting...If only he had obediently listened when she told him to keep shut. If only he had obediently listened when she asked for her book. If only he had obediently....

"Are you looking for me?"

She finally came.. Thank God, thank God. His heart that was in his throat slowly went back to his chest,

"Yes..yes..ahem..," he cleared his throat,

"Here's your book," he stretched out his hand.

Camille looked at him contemplatively as she rubbed her chin in a certain bossy style,

"What if...I decided to not take it anymore?"

"What?!"

Are you kidding me? What did she just say.

"You heard me right."

"Please please Missy, I'm begging you in all names. Please accept this token. Please," Mark begged covered in sweat. She has to accept it no matter what he had to do, he could already feel chills.

Next time, he'll never come here again. He thought the girl whose book was stolen by Siddharth was as pure and gentle as a fairy but he never knew she was worse than an Al[1].

"Your begging isn't sufficient," Camille sighed and prepared to go.

"Please please please," Mark dropped on his knees, "I beg you."

Right now, he didn't care. Even if people posted this scene, they'll never be able to trace him but him getting posted as a percent sneaking into the girl's hostel....

That was too horrible to imagine. The disciplinary committee of Eagle's Height taking action on him.

But what was worse was that Ghost man would have to be punished with him.., he almost fainted.

"Aaah OK. It's enough now," Camille smiled and stepped forward about to take the book.

"Oh.my.God. Did you see that? Is that guy proposing?????"

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[1] They're same as fairies but are considered the evil ones.