Chapter 8 – Why the Fck is She Following Me?!*
I Won. Now I Regret Everything.
Damian was still groaning on the floor.
The crowd was losing their sh*t.
Half of them were cheering.
The other half looked like I had just slapped a noble in front of the king.
And Seria?
Seria was staring at me.
Hard.
Like she was trying to burn my fake identity off my face.
I sighed. "This is gonna be a problem, isn't it?"
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Escaping Before Things Get Worse
Before anyone could ask questions, I turned and left the arena.
✔ Don't explain anything.
✔ Don't make eye contact.
✔ Just walk away like nothing happened.
I could still hear Damian screaming behind me.
"YOU F*CKING COMMONER—! GET BACK HERE!"
I flipped him off as I exited. "Cope."
That probably didn't help my situation.
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Seria is 100% Onto Me
I made it ten minutes before I realized something was wrong.
The hairs on my neck stood up.
Someone was watching me.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Seria.
Following me at a distance.
I groaned. "Oh, for f*ck's sake."
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The Game of Cat and Mouse
I turned down random hallways.
She followed.
I took the longest, most bullsh*t detours possible.
She still followed.
I even stopped to buy a snack from a vending machine.
She stopped too.
And didn't buy anything.
Just stared at me.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "The f*ck are you doing?"
Seria crossed her arms. "I should be asking you that."
"I'm eating, dumbass." I held up my snack. "Ever heard of food?"
She ignored that. "You're suspicious."
I groaned. "That's a pretty sh*t reason to stalk someone."
"Then stop being suspicious."
"I literally just exist."
"And I don't trust it."
I squinted at her. "Are you okay?"
"No."
"…Fair."
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Seria Finally Confronts Me
After another five minutes of her playing shadow, I finally gave up and turned around.
"Alright. What the f*ck do you want?"
Seria stepped closer, lowering her voice.
"Your fighting style. Where did you learn it?"
I blinked. "What?"
"Your movements. Your reactions." She narrowed her eyes. "I've only seen one other person fight like that."
Oh.
Oh f*ck.
I internally panicked.
Because she was talking about ME.
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Expression Change – I'm F*cking Done
I exhaled sharply, dropping my fake noble act.
My face twisted into pure frustration.
I was done with this bullsh*t.
I glared at her. "Listen, you annoying little sh*t—"
She froze.
"I don't care what you think you know. I don't care why you're following me. I don't care about your damn 'suspicions.'"
I took a step closer, voice low and cold.
"F*ck. Off."
Seria's eyes widened slightly.
I didn't wait for her response.
I turned around and walked the hell away.
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To Be Continued…