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Lead Me Into Temptation

Lead Me Into Temptation

Author: o.psyche
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Chapter 1 The Black Sheep

Word Count: 1556    |    Released on: 03/05/2025

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place and just know y

ge College, sunglasses perched arrogantly on my nose, tie

ler alert:

most, beaming down like it ha

d of war flag, hair messy but in that effortlessly

screamed loud and clear, "Go

aby, they

even tak

es, followed by the annoying wh

t the n

ooks..

expelled from S

ept her way

oring rumor. If you're gonna i

the way conversations fizzled out mid-sentence and how every s

onto the desk with a loud THUD, scaring the

Not

kis were a crime against humanity, droned on abou

put myself into. As a matter of fact, sleeping

teen minutes befor

nails so long she could scratch someone

ugary enough to rot teeth. "The

ey. Wro

chin in my hand and smiling sw

us

nice to have a battlef

ped open like

ent OHHHHH like i

autiful chaos exploded. J

, she was standing, we were excha

m not saying it was me. B

ing something about detention, suspension,

pled piece of paper. Some boring syllabus handou

A

ight on the tea

stabbed him. Honestly

y desk. Yes, onto the damn thing and saluted the enti

times, bitches!" I

issed from the second row, clutching her book

t tossed her a look over my shoulder and said,

r jaw drop

. Would ro

. The other half was frozen,

They didn't hav

ght polo shirts, storming through the door li

like he expected me to bolt, and st

ragging my heels across the linoleum wit

matically flipping my

like that ignore me, huh? I would have

d under my breath, shooting a wink at the stun

ping a double peace sign behind my back like

bsolute catastrop

love this

ike polished wood, desperat

g a tantrum, then collapsed into the oversized leather chair like t

ver the sides, I looked like a painting c

he was calculating whether h

uldn't. Too

ace of his desk: slightly smudged mascar

beh

Mendez slapped a fat folder onto the desk like he was thr

H

f

ion letters, written warnings, angry complai

y crush a small child if d

e stretched so tight it might snap like

kirt around my finger. "You don't tolerate 'violence' or

ht eye

into a coma about "school values" or whateve

et past "Miss Victori

r creak

st open. It parted like the da

other. Destroyer of Dream

r Face Before I

ing it among peasants, every step clicking

ght it could've do

o blinding I had t

Smile? Glossy, deadly, cold

d of sugar that gave you instant cavities, "thank you fo

od aft

ow ar

t to bu

c Vict

robably cost more than my soul, and pulled out an envelop

it, she slid it across

hh

moving faster than

ed at it like it

in

in

turn into a remorseful little girl who regr

alert, I

wiping his sweaty palms on his

e envelope like Frodo ab

brow. "Take it," she said

it. Go

his desk drawer faster than a bribe at a

a totally normal, absolutely et

Victorina said smoothly, inspecting her nails

aid, laughing nervously. "Just

g? Sure. Tell that to

, kicking my boots up onto the

flashing my best oops-did-I

tively praying for early retireme

d gave me a look that promised violence. Not he

yllable clipped and dangerous.

I'm gonna d

remlin, and followed Victorina out of the office, the click of

be a bitch under

o kill my ear

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