***LEORNAD’S APARTMENT***
? Leonard’s pov?
I just can’t stop itching my hair….I need to use something , it’s getting worse .
” Guys did you do something to my d shampoo?” I asked my friends who were at the dining eating their food.
” No” they said at the same time and went back to eating.
” Arghh” I groaned…I can’t live like this and just then a call entered my phone.
It was an unknown number .
… who could this Bîtch be…I thought.
” Hi jerkface” I was shocked to see that it was that black beauty that called me, how did she get my number.
” How did you get my number?” I asked and she giggled.
” No need to no..your IQ is too low to understand anyways”she insulted.
” Did you call me to insult me?” I asked.
” I see you have a bit of a itching problem there?” She said with a smirk
How did she…oh she did it.
” I got the antidote and just so you know I made the itching powder, so I got the antidote” she told me.
” Give it too me” I yelled scratching my hair.
” I will if you come to meet me at the cafeteria tomorrow and apologize to me infront of everyone” she told me and I scoffed
” Never” I said still scratching my hair.
” Then enjoy scratching your hair” she said and hung up.
What would I do…I need to find a cure …I would never bow to that black devil.
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