The heavy fans on the ceiling swung lazily, reducing the smell of several dishes radiating in the atmosphere, but that of a baking pizza bagel was powerful enough to not wither away.November Calhoun knew the evening wouldn't end well for him when he stood in front of the boys' table."I'll like a strawberry smoothie," Ivar Johansson told him, trying so hard to suppress laughter that seemed to be bubbling inside his chest."Same, shitface," Chase added, with a sick grin on his face as he folded his arms across his chest. While November just gave them a nod, deciding he wouldn't let their behavior get through him because they were his bullies from school. If they weren't slamming him against his locker or forcing him to do their assignment, they made fun of his outfit.November turned around to go get their order when Ivar called him back."Anything else?" November whirled his head around to face the Asian-American boy."Just a little piece of advice, dingle-dick. Stop wearing such awf
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