Nico Vaughan, the junior class "Nice Girl" wants to be free from her abusive and obsessive ex-boyfriend.
Valen Henford, the school's resident "Rich Guy meets Bad Boy" wants to spend his senior year with the girl he's been in love with for years.
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"I hope there is something beautiful on the horizon that's just as impatient as I am. Something so eager, it wants to meet me halfway" (Ruby Francisco).
|◁ II ▷|
I love him.
My heart races as I lay in my bed, chasing the morning grogginess away.
All the time we've spent together, all the overthinking, and just now I've realized how deep my feelings lie. I've fallen in love with every little detail of himself he's shown me.
I love him.
And I've got to tell him before the deal ends.
I know he feels something for me, too. He has to, right? The smiles, the touching, the kisses, how much time he always spends with me. It all goes beyond our simple deal. It's progressed into something intricate and deep.
I know he feels the same. He has to.
Would it mess everything up if I tell him how I feel?
It wouldn't if he feels the same. I don't want to waste my time being nervous or thinking myself out of it.
But when? When to tell him? It has to be before the deal ends at the start of next semester, which is somewhere in the second week of January.
I should tell him somewhere around Christmas. Christmas day, maybe? That way, if he doesn't feel the same or doesn't want a relationship, it'll be after all the Christmas Eve festivities but will still leave some Christmas magic if he does want a relationship, which I'm growing more confident in.
A swivet overcomes me, raising my heart rate and bringing a bout of excited giggles and kicks to my poor bed.
I lean over and unplug my phone. It's six a.m. And it's Christmas break. Dang it.
I go ahead and get up, getting ready for the day quickly as I start trying to brainstorm ideas. I always wait til the last second to do Christmas gifts. It's actually kind of a problem.
I sit down at my desk, scribbling ideas in my journal.
Oh, hey, I could make him a bracelet.
And he likes Shakespeare.
I grab a sticky note for my idea, writing "thread bracelet and novella written Shakespearean-style."
I work the rest of the morning away, excitedly working on my novella idea.
