𝐀𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬✔

1|wet.

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A feeling of a cold liquified substance was felt on her head as she entered the classroom, already knowing what is going to happen next. Her already annoyed self, turned her head towards the gentleman who was responsible for everything bad that was happening in her life.

There he sat with his legs spread wide, comfortably resting his arms on the professor's chair, smirking at her drenched, wet state.

With his black hair casually falling on his forehead and his glistening brown eyes- darker than any shade of brown she has ever seen, he had a devil-may-care outlook and a stellar smile. That kind of smile where his eyes would crinkle up a little and his teeth would show.

The smile that almost no one saw.

No one but her.

He was Noah Warner, the person she hated the most- since forever.

"What happened Princess? Already so wet huh?" he spoke, his voice laced with humor, the background filling with laughter and gasps of their classmates.

She fumed in anger, her hand tightening around her cold coffee and her upper half drenched in water, and her face red due to anger and embarrassment.

She looked at his face, then looked at the window where the snow fell, the weather being chattering cold- almost 4 Celsius, and at last, she looked at the cup of cold coffee in her hand.

And in a moment, she appeared directly in front of him, splattering cold coffee all over his head, catching him in a shock.

The class roared with laughter at that sight, clearly enjoying the everyday drama. She smiled triumphantly at his wet self.

After all, he was right calling her the nickname princess, as of course, she was a princess- a mafia princess.

She was the Ashlyn Knight, after all.