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Chapter 11 by orangeorangeorange orangeorangeorange

What next?

Green comes to settle the bet

The day has been more exhausting than you'd expected, physically and emotionally. You thought you would be out of town as soon as the ceremony was over, but you find yourself lingering even after most of your classmates have left. You feel strangely nostalgic, leaning against the back wall of the auditorium and looking up at the stage where you had your first real battle just a few hours ago.

"Feeling nostalgic already?" Green asks from your side, making you jump. You must have been more absorbed in your reminiscence than you thought, because somehow she'd moved less than a meter away from you without your noticing.

After catching your breath, you answer, "Actually, yeah. Kind of weird, huh."

Green chuckles. "For you? Not at all. You've always been a big softy."

You scoff. "Please, I know you well enough to see past that sarcastic tough girl act. You're gonna miss this place too. Why else would you still be here?"

"Maybe," Green admits with a half-grin. "I do have another reason though. We need to settle our bet."

You've been thinking about what wish you'll have her grant all afternoon, and have a pretty good idea what you want. "Alright, but it's a bit open here. Let's go somewhere a bit more private."

Green quirks her eyebrow and looks at you appraisingly. "Hmm... Alright, let's go to the green room we were in earlier. That should be empty."

"Sounds good," you agree, pushing off the wall and starting toward the green room, Green following.

The two of you make your way down the halls in a charged silence, until Green asks, "So, we're going to need some privacy? This should be interesting." Her usual confidence is there, but you know her too well to not pick up on the vulnerability underneath.

You stay quiet until you reach the room. "I guess you'll find out soon enough," you say as you open the door. Feeling confident, you walk over to the old couch, drop your bag, and take a seat.

Green closes and locks the door behind her then turns to face you, body tense. Anxiously rubbing her upper arm, she asks, "So..."

What's your wish?

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