MY PSYCHOPATH BOYFRIEND
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Olivia took out her thick notebook and pen from inside the bag. The girl looked at Syera who was waiting for her.

"Yuk! Direct to the chemical lab. Afraid that the teacher will wait again," asked Syera to pull Olivia's hand.

Olivia nodded while commenting on the smile. "Have you recorded the material last Sunday?" ask Olivia.

Syera shook her head slowly. Get 90 degrees on Olivia behind her. The white teeth are visible.

"Just half mbaakk .. hehehe, I was busy yesterday participating in a singing contest secretly, so it did not have time for real deh. I borrow your notes well, dizzy I noted that on the board. There is no color, all black," said Syera grinned the horse. The girl preferred to pursue her pent-up talent.

Actually, participating in a singing contest is a crazy idea that just came out of Syera's brain. The Syera family has very strict rules. Syera is the sole heir to her family.

But unfortunately, Syera does not really like things that smell management or office in the slightest.

Olivia shook her head slowly. Even though they only know the 12th grade this one semester. But Olivia thinks she knows Syera better. Even though they are not often together.

"Later I pinjemin. But you have to promise to actually make the note, don't do it!" show Olivia. Makes Syera chuckle small.

"Yes, promise!" shera exclaimed her pinky in the air. They were already standing right in front of the door of the Chemistry Lab.

Olivia smiled, hooking her little finger at Shera. After that they laughed together.

So apparently, having friends ...is not as scary as Olivia thought.

***

"Friends, today buk Nita can not attend, because her child is sick and hospitalized. So the one who taught us today is Mr. Saga. The OT teacher who will be watching us later," said Refki. The man hugged so much paper in his hand. It seems like it is a task that they will be working on here.

"in 10 minutes, Mr. Saga arrived at the chemistry lab. So, do this chemical task first," continued Refki handed out the sheet paper one by one.

"Well, that handsome and nice Saga sir? Widih, can you ask for the same id line follow Ig," exclaimed Sinta raised both eyebrows at his two friends.

"Disposed, really good. Keep bang Yabi lo humanity, Sin?" ask Resa.

"So the bench," said Sinta, the girl laughed out loud, followed by her two friends.

"May also tuh. Buy her heart first. But the price is no joke."

Brak!!

The door of the chemical lab opened, fortunately the door hinge was not broken. But it can be sure, soon enough, that door .. will be destroyed:)

All IPA 1 students turned to the source of the sound. Silent when he saw Ragel-the headmaster's son who could be said never came to Labor IPA.

It suddenly came like a hoe!!

"Yes!" greet Ragel with a smile. Make IPA 1 girls squeal stuck because of the sweetness of the smile. "Again studying chemistry? Oh, I think I got the wrong class."

All quiet. No one responded to the speech of the headmaster's son.

"Gue wants nanya dong," Ragel sat down on the teacher's desk with his leisure. "If I mix cyanide to syrup. And I'll give you guys a drink, won't you?"

"LO CRAZY HUH?! WANT TO SCOLD PEOPLE'S CHILDREN?!"

Olivia closed her mouth when she realized her more precise words snapped with her cry.

Want to yell at what school delinquent? Want to find trouble with him?

Ragel smiled faintly. He walked over to the girl who had just hit him. Standing right in front of Olivia, just one centimeter away. Such a thin distance.

"Lo's name?"

Olivia took one step back, and Ragel took one step forward. Got the girl cornered behind the lab. Olivia gurgling. He doesn't know what to say. It's disastrous. Completely disaster.

Ragel. See the name in the nambedges of the girl. "Olivia Dwi Ananda." Ragel raised his face. Smiling sweet. His right hand formed a gun, pointing it between the girl's thin eyebrows. "Lo .. so my girlfriend. From today onward" shoot Ragel still maintaining his smile.

Olivia rounded her eyes, her eyes still glued with Ragel's dark black eyes. Olivia glanced at one of the upward curvature lines that adorned Ragel's face.

No, it's not a genuine smile or a sweet smile. It was ... the fake smile that Ragel showed.