[ALSO KNOWN AS "MATCH MADE IN HELL" ON WEBTOON ORIGINALS]
He's. . . hot, popular, and proud.
She's. . . plain, eccentric, and persistent.
There's nothing common between them except that they hate each other. Not good, right? But why is he determine...
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ღ Finding Cinderella-15 ღ
-Tristan-
"Ex-girlfriend alert, death ahead," Clark warned me, barely above a whisper.
I nudged him in the side, making him hiss in pain. His words were only causing me more apprehension so if he knew what was good for him, he'd stay as silent as possible.
I shot an alarmed look at the other guys, noticing their faces had gone slack. But their expressions were nothing compared to mine. I'd gone so frozen that I couldn't even tell if I was breathing or not.
Finally, I took a sharp intake of air and hissed to my friends "Abort mission, now!"
They nodded, and Grey was the first one to step forward. Waving his hands in the air, he yelled, "Sorry for the inconvenience, folks, but there's been a little, uh, misunderstanding. I guess we should stop here..."
"...and forget everything we just said," Justin finished for him. "Have a good lunch, and thank you!"
As luck would have it, everyone returned to their seats without too much trouble. Murmurs of complaints rippled through the crowd, but I didn't have time to address them further, much less apologize to them.
Especially when Fiona was charging toward me like a voracious leopard.
"Explain yourself, Tristan," Fiona demanded as she stood mightily in front of me. My friends started to back away step by step. "What's this 'challenge' I'm hearing about?"
"It's nothi—"
"Don't you dare say it's nothing!" she shrieked, dropping all pretenses of sanity in an instant.
Her yelling was gaining much attention from the crowd, so I grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the cafeteria.
"Tristan, let me go! Let me go!" she complained as she tried to break free, though my grip on her arm was too firm. "Nobody does this to me, not my best friends, not my ex-boyfriends, and not even my parents, so if you—"
We stopped in an empty hallway. I turned to face her, demanding, "You'd better stop whining this instant, Fiona."
"What the fu—fine! Okay! Whatever." Fiona took a deep breath and began to rub her temples. "Tristan, why don't we just go back to my question? Seriously, this... this drama is giving me a huge headache already."
"Ah, so you hate the drama?" Laughing without humor, I placed my hand on the wall and offered her a half shrug. "Actually, Fiona, there wouldn't be any drama if you just quit starting it."
She crossed her arms. "What's the deal with this mystery girl, huh? Are you in love with her or what?"
My jaw went rigid. "Why would you care? It's supposed to be none of your business."
