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Xavier turns over to look at Ivelle and Megan and laughs. "Ex-girlfriend? Which one of the four eyes? Thank you, but no Chloe, I'd never have either of those freaks as a girlfriend." He made his voice loud on purpose, then smiles at Chloe.
"I have no idea what I was even thinking of. Those two are just..." He rolled his eyes and shuddered. "Is there even a word describing them and the way they are?"
He had heard Ivelle tell the cheerleaders to stop. If he had been her friend still, he would have advised her to not bother with the idiots. But he was a Popular now, and he liked the way his life went because of it.
But this might be interesting to watch. He had seen Ivelle lose her temper before, but never at the cheerleaders, and never with this type of coldness.
"Chloe, everyone, looks like there's going to be a show." He said, nodding to the cheerleaders, Ivelle, and Megan, who had returned. "The poor little nerd is going to stop all those cheerleaders, or maybe not..." He smiled coldly.