THE PERFECT GUY

Chp 5: The Banquet ✢ツ

Mark.
His eyes are a striking blue, and his smile reveals pearly white teeth. His dirty blonde hair suits him perfectly. He’s also pretty muscular and undeniably cute.
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Mark grins and waves at me, and I mirror the gesture. I then shift my gaze to Seth, who’s engrossed in his phone.
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Seth.
His hazel eyes match his laid-back demeanor. His deep, silky brown hair complements his rugged good looks. I can’t help but be mesmerized. I swear, those abs must be rock solid.

I blush, mortified by my own thoughts.

Seth finally tucks his phone into his back pocket and smirks at me. I’m so flustered, he’s standing so close I have to remind myself not to lean in and kiss him.

He hovers above me, his hazel eyes locking with mine.

“What are you up to?” he asks, making me flinch.

“Nothing,” I reply, trying to sound cool.

“Really?” he presses on.

“Yeah,” I say with a bit more confidence.

He leans in as if to whisper, but instead, I feel his warm breath against my neck.

I want him so badly. My eyes close, and I lean in, our lips almost touching.

Then he bursts out laughing, and I flush with embarrassment.

“Come on, I know you were checking me out,” he says between laughs. I’m on the verge of tears, closing my eyes tight to keep them from spilling.

Suddenly, there’s a Whack!

“Owww,” Seth groans, holding the back of his neck.

“Leave her alone,” a female voice says. I turn to see Olivia.
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Olivia.
Her brown hair cascades to her waist, and her hazel eyes shine with confidence. She’s stunning and has a striking resemblance to Seth.
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“I know what you’re thinking. Yes, we’re twins, but I’m not thrilled about it,” Olivia says, her voice smooth and captivating.

“I don’t do this often, but hi, I’m Olivia,” she says, extending her hand.

I shake it. “Hi, I’m Rachael,” I reply.

Her hands are so soft and warm, delicate as if they could break with a light touch.

“So, Marlene here is a bit of an extrovert?” Olivia says with a smile.

“Yeah, she’s incredibly friendly,” I respond.

“How does she manage that?” Olivia asks.

“She’s a witch bitch,” I say, which makes Olivia laugh.

We chat for a while and hit it off. Sophie and Marlene fit right in too.

“Anyone hungry?!” Mark pipes up.

“Thanks, I’m starving, and all this weird friendship shit is about to make me barf,” Seth says, pretending to gag.

Olivia sighs and whacks him on the neck (again...).

He moans. “Sister, have mercy! And by the way, your hands are tiny but they pack a punch.”

She whacks him again. “Shut up, you silly dog,” Olivia says with a mischievous grin.

“I’m not your dog, you idiot!!” Seth retorts, wrestling with her arms.

Olivia grins and raises her hand to hit him again, but Mark intervenes, grabbing her arm.

“Stop it, you’re gonna break his neck,” he says, holding her wrist firmly.

“Well, that’s the point. He’s my dog, not yours,” she snaps back.