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    I give him the hard type of glare I usually give him when he's teasing me and I don't like it at all. Even though it's dark outside, I see him smirk, he saw my face. 

" Can we talk? " 

" We are talking. " 

He looks back at the party inside 

" A more silent place " 

" You know I am not supposed to be talking with you. " 

" Just come on " 

Why on earth is he talking like we are friends like since for ever. I know Remi there is something up his sleeve. He grab my hand and pull me like two buildings away from the party. I don't protest but roll my eyes. My hormones seriously wanting to be with him, alone. I hate you. 

We finally stop, the place we are is lightened but not too much. I can see his annoying shit handsome face and I suddenly feel like crying even though I don't know wh