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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚

 One - Elliana

"This won't work out." I claimed, pointing between me and Logan, my boyfriend of two months. We were at Starbucks. Truly a sad place to be dumped.

His face went from a smug smirk to a face of pure shock. His reaction was honestly precious, I should take a picture and frame it.

"What do you mean, baby? We're in love, remember? " He pleaded.

In our second week of dating, he told me he loved me. I never said it back. I barely knew the man. Sure, it may be a bitchy thing, but I just wanted to get into a relationship with him to raise my popularity. Why not? Men are easy to fool anyway. Another reason was to distract myself from life, it's too much work.

"Logan, we don't match. I'm done. " I heard my name being called for my order. I gave him one last smile and stood up, grabbed my coffee and walked out.

Finally free, he was so clingy.

While I was walking to my car, I ran into something, a chest to be exact, and spilled half of my fucking coffee on both of us. I looked up at the man, and god damn, he was hot. He looked around my age, with brown bangs gorgeously framing his face, fluffy, messy hair, deep brown eyes, and a jawline so sharp it could cut. We kept eye contact for a couple of seconds, and finally, the mystery man spoke.

"Oh shit, sorry. You okay?" He ran a hand through his hair. Fuck.

"Peachy," Looking down at my shirt, I rolled my eyes. I was wearing a brown lace top. Thankfully, it didn't look too bad. Today was our lucky day, mystery man was wearing a black hoodie, and it didn't look too bad either.

"I'll buy you another coffee," he winked.

Red flag, he winked.

Green flag, free food.

"Buy me a cake pop while you're at it." I gave him a cheeky smile.

We walked in. Thankfully, Logan was gone.

"Never got your name, cake pop." He looked at me, while giving the cashier a tip.

"Why would I give you my name? How do I know you aren't a murderer? " I questioned

"Sweetheart, you're the one who spilled hot coffee on me. You'd be the murderer here."

"I'm Aaron." He put his hand out, expecting me to shake it. He was wearing rings, green flag.

"Didn't ask, princess." I grabbed my coffee and cake pop, and walked out.

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"Ms. Elliana Singh! You're late on the first day. " My teacher's voice boomed through the classroom as I took a seat.

It's my junior year at UCLA. I'm a acting major. I'm taking art as my first class, and I'm late on my first fucking day. Wait till my father hears about that.

"My bad, and by the way, it's Ms. Jones-Singh. I use my mother's last name too. "

I hated the fact that people use their father's last name. All he did was come in the mother. Plus, my name sounds better with both last names.

She nodded and continued babbling about class ethics.

"Hey, could you switch spots with me?" I heard someone whisper.

I tilted my head a bit. From the corner of my eye, I saw mystery man-Aaron switch spots with the girl sitting next to me.

"So, Elliana, pretty name, pretty face, figured." He rolled a pencil around in his fingers.

Those fingers lookin real hot, huh?

Stop.

"Shut up." I ran my fingers through my brown hair, fixing my curtain bangs.

・❥・

After a very long lesson on color theory, she finally gave us an assignment.

"Everyone is working with the person next to them. You have one week to get to know each other, then two weeks to create an artwork based on your partner. If y'all have any questions, meet me after class. " She stated, putting her beautiful curly hair in a ponytail.

"Well, cake pop, I guess we're working together." His alluring eyes traveled to my face.

This is going to be a very entertaining three weeks.

✧༺♥༻∞

"Late on the first day! Is this why I'm paying for your college? You're a literal disappointment, Elliana." I heard my father's voice on my AirPods.

Meet Praveen Singh, owner of multiple businesses and into some deep mafia shit, also my wonderful father.

Being called a disappointment is not a surprise. I fucked up once, and my dad debates whether it was a good choice to raise me.

I'm in my car. It's been a long-ass day and this phone call is the cherry on top.

"Papa, I spilled coffee on myself and I had to change. I was two minutes late!" I usually don't talk back, but this was ridiculous. He's making a big deal out of it.

He mumbled some insults in Hindi. I'd be better if I didn't pay attention to it.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I gotta go now. " I sighed. Why the fuck did I think I could argue with him?

"This is your last warning, Elliana. Don't make me regret letting you take the acting major." And, since that was my last straw, I hung up. I'm so done.

My mom convinced my dad to let me go to college to major in acting, mainly because I've already starred in multiple movies and made millions, she deserves the fucking world.

My head rests on the steering wheel. My mind, obviously, is racing. I need a fucking break. I'm so done with life.

I jumped from a knock on my window. I sighed in relief as I saw my best friend, Belle. We hated each other in high school, but then realized we were soulmates. Seriously, I'd fuck her if she wasn't straight. I unlocked the door for her and she welcomed me with her Chanel perfume scent.

"Dad again?" She fixed her PRADA necklace while side-eyeing me.

"Yup, don't worry though, the daddy issues add personality." I winked, hoping she would buy it.

It also fucks up my mental health.

Word count: 1007

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A/N:

hello whoress

the first few chapters are kinda short and a bit cringe but I swear it gets better.

i honestly love belle's character sm, you'll see more of her in future chapters<3

vote!

ily 🫶

-mommy atlas

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