Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
The day of the party finally arrives. I'm busy in my room putting on makeup and touching up my appearance.
Castle and I made plans to get there at the party separately and meet there.
A small rush of excitement tingles my stomach as I think about meeting him. Sometimes I think I've gotten used to the butterflies but then other times, I feel like I'm gonna burst or something.
It's weird...really weird.
It's fun being with Castle. These days there's always a tiny burst of happiness or giddiness whenever I see him or even think of him.
I've realized it's also calming to be around him. I don't have to put up any acts when I'm with him. I don't have to pretend to be someone when I'm around him. I don't have to fear that he's going to use me no matter how hurt he is...
The day after Sean fucked me, I can't help but feel that I was manipulated. I hesitated to fuck him and then he used my hesitation to make me feel guilty. And when my guilt wasn't enough for me to agree, he emotionally manipulated me.
I don't know what to think about it.
When we were kids, he would always escape his house and hole up with me in my room. He used to flinch whenever I touched him. I still remember the way his dull lifeless eyes used to flare up in fright whenever I went too close to him.
I thought maybe he doesn't like girls, and he was one of those boys who had the mindset of "boys are the best, girls are the losers".
I didn't understand that if he didn't want me to come close to him then why did he always seem so eager to meet me and remain in my room?
We would always play with my toys and eat together. He was a really quiet boy and didn't say anything at all unless it was necessary. He wasn't mean or rude. Sean used to play along and eat the invisible food I used to cook for him in my Kitchen Set toy. He helped me steal my mom's makeup and helped me put it on my face. He listened to my endless stories or childish theories.
But he never used to touch me or let me touch him. He used to avoid coming in contact with my mom and dad too. Times when I accidentally did touch him, there would be panic in his eyes, which made me think that I hurt him.
Eventually, he eased up to me. We were watching a movie in my room when I felt his eyes on me. I remember holding my breath when he slowly reached out. His small slim hands moved toward my hair, and he gently took a strand between his fingers.
I remember how he stared at my hair, then finally looked up at my eyes.
