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Zion POV
I thrusted back, the only thing keeping me from falling onto the cold wooden planks were my feet, causing fricton against the table, holding my body in place. Suddenly, An unbalanced force takes place. Nikko, That weird girl who stabs me with pencils, shoves my chair back, throwing me against the floor.
Instantly, laughter erupts from my group of friends.
Floor POV
When I felt his warm bodice collide into me, I almost choked. His human flesh was so warm, probably sweating in that red hoodie that he often wore. I bit down on the bottom of my nails, causing slight splinters to carve into the floor. He's so perfect.
Zion POV
I sit up, dragging the chair along behind me. Well that was embarrassing. . . But it was strange. I felt some strange connection to the floor, like it wanted me to be there. Maybe it was the fact that my buns were imprinted onto the floor, or that I was almost unable to get up, It was well worth it.
Is there. . . Something wrong with me?
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