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My Life as a Teenage Voraphile [resurrected story] - Page 49 - No poaching! - By NagaFood - Overview
You manage to get your friends legs untied and the both of you scramble out of the way of her lunge just in time. “MOVE!” you yell and Eddy hauls butt down the hallway.

“Where do you think you’re running to?” The girls call after you.

You grimace as you see that the hallway dead ends. Eddy manages to slip the ropes around his hands, as he reaches the window at the end of the hallway. He immediately tries to open it and curses “Locked!”

Thinking fast you grab a fire extinguisher from a nearby rack and use it to knock out the window. You’ll have to pay for that later, but at least there will BE a later. Once cleared of glass the two of you vault out the window and land in a roll, the girls right on your heels.

“What is going on here?” You look up to find a group of six girls, all from your school looking at you and Eddy in bewilderment. You figure they must have come when they heard the window shatter.

You turn to Sasha, a tall dark skinned beauty, with soft brown eyes. “They were trying to eat us.” You point to the ladies who’ve just jumped out the window.

Sasha’s furious gaze swivels to the three girls in question. “Oh were they now.” Sasha’s father is actually from Russia, so her own voice has a slight accent to it. An accent that she uses to devastating effect when intimidating others. “These boys belong to our school; you have no right to them.”

The leader of the three attempts to stand her ground. “Their boys, they’re fair game.”

Sasha smiles nastily “Let’s see your license.” The girls pale at the request and Sasha’s grin only grows wider. “You do have a license right. I mean we carry ours every where we go?” To prove the point each of the six girls now surrounding your assailants pulls out their little cards. “You don’t have one do you. How sad.” Her voice drips with sarcasm as she and the others close in.
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