During lunchtime, I found myself debating whether to visit my "secret spot." I was genuinely curious about why he had warned me to steer clear of his brother.
Ultimately, I opted to do what most students did and sat down at the lunch table, trying to blend in.
However, just as I settled in, Jeremy approached my table. He placed his tray down, his characteristic smirk in tow.
"Hey there, I never got your name," he remarked.
Suddenly, it felt as though every eye in the cafeteria was on us. I had always been the unnoticed, insignificant girl, and now this charming guy was sitting right in front of me.
"Stop calling me that," I responded, attempting to sound assertive, though my nervousness betrayed me.
"What? 'Pretty'? I don't know your name, and you're beautiful, so I'll keep calling you 'pretty' until you tell me your name."
"Jessica," I replied.
"What?"
"My name's Jessica, Jessica Williams."
"Ah, that's why you seemed familiar, 'Pretty.' You used to be my brother's little friend when we were kids."
"Please, stop calling me 'pretty' now. I already told you my name."
I couldn't quite put my finger on why I disliked being called 'pretty' by him, but I did. Perhaps it was because my father always made me feel like I was the ugliest person alive, and that perception had grown on me.
"You're genuinely beautiful, Jessica," he said, as if he had just made a profound realization.
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Romance"You resemble her so much. You have her eyes, her hair, her nose, ah, and even that beautiful curve of her eyebrows," he slurred. The way he emphasized "her eyebrows" sent shivers down my spine. To my horror, he produced a razor.
