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It was Rafael, our senior. And I am wearing his shirt right now.
His forehead furrowed as he looked at the shirt I was wearing.
Oops! Can he recognize it?
"That... Is that my shirt!?" He asked angrily, pointing to the shirt I was wearing.
"Excuse me!? This is not yours! This is mine." I refused. I can't be caught. Not now.
"No, I can't be wrong!" He suddenly pulled me and wrapped his right arm around my neck. He cornered me.
"Hey! What are you doing!? Let me go! Hey!"
There was something he looked at on the collar of the shirt at the back.
Shit! Does this shirt have the initials of his name? If there is...
"You, bastard! This is my shirt! How dare you steal it!" He hit me on the head with his left hand.
I’m in trouble!
"Hey! Let go of my friend!"
That was Gab's voice. We a
