Make You Mine (JaDine FanFic)

The Playful Angel

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Gael's POV

It's already two in the morning and still, I can't sleep. I threw my pillow in the floor in frustration. Damn it! That girl's face bugged my mind for two whole days now. That witch!

I admit it. I like her. The way she fought with my stare, her reckless attitude, she's different from all the girls I've flirted and dated. The first person to slap and even mock my swimming skills. I love challenges, and for me, she's just a challenge, nothing more.

I remembered her reaction the last time I talked to her.

"What do you want?" she said coldly.

"You. I told you already, you are mine." I said in as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"Look, I already apologized for what I did earlier. You don't have to make me fall for you. All your efforts will be futile. I won't fall for a shallow man like you." She met my stare.

I walked to her direction. I gazed at her, our eyes met.

"It's a first, knowing that there is some girl I can't pursue. I admire you for that. Then if you want to me to forgive you, be my girl friend. And I dare you, never to fall in love with me."

Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened in surprise, but after a while, she smiled and laughed so hard. "Really, Gael? That's the most absurd thing you can say. I'm sorry. You're not my type."

I clenched my fist. This girl really knows how to raise my temper.

"I'm not joking, Aaliyah." I said as I gritted my teeth. This was the first time I felt so humiliated in my entire life, no one dared to turn me down.

"I just need you to pretend you're my girlfriend. The Inter Junior Olympics is coming, and I don't want any girl distracting me when I'm training. And besides, do you think you're my type? And I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend. I am ordering you. That's the price you have to pay for slapping me."

Her nose flared in anger, her eyes narrowed to me. As I notice, we both have common trait- we were both quick-tempered. I smiled at the thought.

"You're despicable! You think too highly of yourself! I hate you so much!" Her lips are trembling because of anger.

"You know the saying, there's a thin line between love and hate? Hate me as much, baby. I am loving the feeling." I teased her more.

"Do you think I'm going to agree to be your girlfriend? Hell no!"

"Many girls would surely fight to death if they hear my proposition." I proudly touched my chin.

"Yes, I would probably die if I agreed to it. Your arrogance is killing me." My lips formed a positive curve. I can't help but to smile at her annoyance.

"I'm giving you three days to think about it."

I walked away from her.

When I saw her at the court two days ago, I caught the hesitation in her eyes when I saw what she picked for her tryout - swimming. It didn't take a genius to say that she's afraid of water. Without thinking, I bumped her on purpose to switch the paper she's holding. I didn't know what happened to me, all I wanted was to save her from being humiliated.