"...So, this is our team?"
As I gazed at the group standing at the academy gate, I mumbled to myself, observing them.
"Looks like it," Oliver, standing beside me, mumbled while munching on a chicken lollipop.
I shifted my gaze towards him and asked, "You sure about this?"
He shrugged. "I'm fine now. Don't treat me like a patient."
"Azariah!" I turned around, looking at the boy with light blonde hair who called out to me.
"What?" I asked, tilting my head.
Keegan walked closer, eyes glaring at me. "Do not try to mess up. It's an officia—"
"Shut up, you fucking simp," I spat, interjecting sharply. "Do you think I care about your official shit?"
His glare intensified as he walked closer. "Are you looking for a fight?"
"No." I scoffed, as if I'd heard the most absurd thing. "Not with someone like you."
"You—"
"Alright, enough." Oliver stepped between us, looking at both of us. "For once, behave."
"Tch."
