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"Get out, 'onestly," Justine growled softly. How her slender fingers itched to wrap around that pale neck, to squeeze until the stupid, obnoxious light in his dark eyes vanished and she would never have to endure that horrendous slang of his again. "I don't know if you noticed, but ve are in class, 'ale.... " The annoyed girl said, her voice low to avoid the notice of Professor Elle Woods.

What had she done to deserve such unpleasantness? Bullying Bolton, lying about your heritage, being sort of awful to Andrew...