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How, How Do You Know My NAme? Reina What?!
“Raymond, what do you want?” Alexander asked. Raymond had been following her for two days. He followed her in the halls and followed her all the way to the bus stop where he mysteriously disappears. It has been creeping Alexander out but he didn’t say anything at first. She looked up into his hard black eyes.
“Alexander.”
“What?” She asked puzzled.
“You asked what I wanted. I replied Alexander.”
“You want me?” She said wanting to laugh but not able to because, she had to admit he was scaring her.
“Yes. Alexander Evelynn Colette. I want you.” She stood there confused. Again she asked.
“Me?” and no one knew her middle name, which was weird.
“I want you to become Reina Alexander Evelynn Colette.”
“Reina?”
“Yes queen. I will be your king. We will rule over all immortals together.”
“Wait, wait what?! Queen? King? Ruling over immortals?! Have you lost you mind?!” he took her hand and led her underneath a tree behind the school building.
“Shh. No interruptions and I shall begin to tell you my story. “
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