Forty-seven: The unfortunate

"Hey dirt face!"

Ivan turned around and noticed Charlie approaching him. He sighed, he was back to his useless portion of suffering in school, if only he was in his senior and final year already.

Charlie got to his front and took out his hand from his pocket and scattered Ivan's hair. "I thought you would die from your illness but here you are."

Ivan gritted his teeth angrily, 'I am so going to Alfred when I get home.' He thought in his head.

"You look so fine to me." Charlie said as he roughly shoved Ivan around and scattered his hair even more.

"Hey bigger dirt face!" Poppy yelled out.

Both Ivan and Charlie stared at her surprisedly. She was referring to Charlie.

Charlie looked behind him as he noticed her staring at his direction and not Ivan's. "Are you talking to me?" He asked her just to be sure.

"Yeah you! I don't think you can see anyone standing behind you." She spat out angrily.

"Why are you getting so worked up, beautiful? Did I say something wrong or accidentally st
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