ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

"Scarr!! Come down we're already late!" Xaviar's voice boomed from the hallway making me come out of my nostalgia.

Quickly checking myself for the last time in my mirror I made my way downstairs.

Xaviar was too pleased by my look so she decided to go with the same theme as mine. So basically we both were wearing a plain mask with a slightly different outfits, where her mask was black in color while mine was white.

People gave us weird looks when we reached the camp. But later when Xaviar shouted her lungs out in audience about the theme, they all gushed in huge applause.

There were around hundreds of students from different colleges. Every student with a different aspect. Students dressed themselves as doctors, engineers, modelers and what not. A cute small girl dressed herself as a toddler stating that she never wanted to grow up.

Chapter 58