One Hundered-eight

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Tristan got out of the car with a frown after parked in the parking lot. His uniform was rumpled as he walked towards the school with both hands in his pockets. He repeatedly messed up his messy hair out of confusion about the lady he talked to yesterday. Neither did he understand the obvious surprise on the girl's face when he pulled her. Her annoyed expression told him that she had no idea who he was. His mind became even more confused when he saw her chocolate-colored hair had been dyed black. The color of her eyes and the shape of her lips also changed. "What’s with the face?" Tristan's best friend showed up before he could even enter the school. A wide smile formed on his lips as he looked at him, which caused his head to heat up. "I'm not in the mood to joke, Kier." He muttere

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