NICK“Do we have to go?” Xander groaned, pouting childishly as Ace drove into the gates of Enigma. April rolled her eyes at him, smiling, “for the millionth time, Xander Davenport, you have to attend the mandatory meeting your fathers set up.” “Frankly, I’d rather not,” Ace shrugged as he turned towards the finance lecture halls, “What I would love to do is drive my friends to the nearest pub and get shitfaced with tequila.” A swat over the head from April made Ace yelp and burst into laughter. “What? I’d rather do that than entertain the assholes that tried to kill you barely a week ago?” he was still laughing, but there wasn’t a shred of amusement attached to it, just suppressed rage. “I don’t want to fucking look at them,” he spat.“Neither do I,” Xander backed him up. “Nor I,” I tagged along. April pressed a palm over her forehead, sighing tiredly as she looked from one of us to the other, then repeated the motion. “We talked about this all morning, guys,” she shut her eye
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