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‘Oh, Zayne is walking Nyssa to class? Why am I not surprised?’ Layla frowned, her eyes trailing Nyssa and Zayne as they walked past the class’s window and stopped at the open door. Nyssa was going on and on about something, and though Zayne tried to look involved, he couldn’t hide how grumpy and gloomy he was.

‘Why is he doing that anyway? Does he need to follow her so her powers don’t get out of control? She probably begged him to do so so she could brag about it to her friends. I wonder if he picked her up from her dorm. Did he help her style her hair too?’ She crinkled her face, eyeing Nyssa’s hair that was put in a french braid.

‘I doubt that. And there’s no way they would allow him into the female’s dorm. I wonder if they ate together over the weekend. I’m sure they were so glad I wasn’t around. Humph, I’m glad I wasn’t too. How long are they going to talk at the door? Isn’t class supposed to start now? Why—’

Zayne turned her way, silencing her thoughts as his green eyes clashed