C3 DANIEL

What the hell? Mrs. Clara''s hand froze for a while on the projector as she frowned. frown. –Deyan Daniel, what the hell are you…? Deyan spun on her heel and looked at the two boys sitting behind her. the. They were reclining in their seats, with their arms crossed and their lips curved in identical smirks. Deyan''s mouth was tight in a thin line, and his face was flushed