Bearly Attached || ✎

01.

Stella
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I have a confession to make. I have never been in love. Nor that I ever wanted to be in love. Love makes people sick and I don't like being sick. So, therefore I only feel love towards my cat Picco and my dad.

I live in London with one of my two best friends, Dove. Dove is someone who is always there for me no matter what. But she and her boyfriend make me sick. I'm glad we have separate rooms.

"Please," Dove begged. She wants me to come to her family's dinner. Apparently, her oldest sister has to announce something.

"Why should I be there? I'm not even part of the family." I replied. I precisely am not looking forward to spending my weekend in Doncaster. I could stay in and watch movies. I could use some alone time.

"Yeah but my parents love you as much as me and my siblings and they would want you there,"

I met her parents last Thanksgiving when Dove insisted on me coming with her since my parents went to France. They do love me and I like that for myself. Her dad is the sweetest person I've ever met. They grew up poor, I think that made them the way they are. Kind. Lovely.

"Okay." I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"And just so you know, I'm only going with you because your mum makes the best cakes in the world. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be going."

Dove smirked like she knew I would say yes. Ugh. I hate her sometimes. Always.

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"Miss. Thompson, can you please turn your phone off?" Professor asked as I blushed because the whole class was staring at me. I reached for my phone, quickly looking at it as I saw the messages.

DoVe 🕊️: Stella.

DoVe 🕊️: Stella.

DoVe 🕊️: Maeve.

Me: I AM IN A FREAKING CLASS YOU CUNT.

DoVe 🕊️: Get me pumpkin latte on your way home. Love you.

I freaking hate her. I turn my phone off quickly, my attention falling back to the class.

In my last class, I wasn't paying attention at all. Someone named Mateo caught my eye and I wasn't able to look away. He looked wealthy as a person can, he did not take his sunglasses off for the whole hour and a half. He glanced at me a few times when I had to pretend like I wasn't observing him the whole time.

As I walked through the hallway making my way to the main exit, someone smirked at me.

"You should pay more attention in classes. You distract me and yourself by doing what you are," he let out, as he took his sunglasses and put them on top of his head to get a full perspective of me. His eyes were dark, almost black, checking me fully out, standing there leaning on the doors not letting me go through.

"Thanks, and sorry. goodbye," I didn't want him to know that I knew his name, so I went safe, "you. A stranger with sunglasses." I stood in front of him waiting for him to let me go out.

"What did I do to catch your attention?" he asked, face rather curious-serious than serious-serious. He now crossed his legs still leaning against the doors with his shoulders.

"Well, your looks weren't the cause of it for sure," I explained, building my personality right off the start, as he slightly laughed, eyes still fully on me. "You wearing your sunglasses fascinated me, that's all."

He was the prettiest person I ever saw.

He smirked at me, eyes widened at my announcement. "I figured I'd be more in the centre of attention," he announced, wanting to continue but I cut him off.