Azalea He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me off the field towards the cafeteria. After a few moments of shock passed, I jerked my hand away from his, causing him to stop and glance back at me. "Firstly, I'm not 4, you don't have to hold my hand and second... thanks," I said, rolling my neck a little. "You can call me Az. My mom does." He laughed a little and replied, "Lead the way, Az." I started walking again and he fell in step with me. I could tell he was bursting with questions and as we opened the door to the cafeteria, I said, "Ask. I can tell. Just ask." He blushed a little, clearly embarassed. "You and your wolf are pretty bad ass for being kinda small. Where did your coloring come from? I've never seen a red wolf or a silver one, let alone one with both. I do dig the purple curls though," he said, tugging lightly on one. I laughed at him, swatting his hand away as we walked over to the counter where full sized sandwiches on french bread were laid out
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