𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

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Dark brown hair tousled by the wind, ash-green eyes sparkling with mischief, and dimples flashing his smile, Dante Whitelock exuded charm effortlessly. His personality was magnetic, drawing people towards him with ease. He was the kind of person who got along with anyone, always ready to lend a helping hand. His perfection seemed to transcend envy; instead, he was adored by all, especially the girls who flocked around him for his attention.

As one of his close friends, I can attest that Dante lived life with unwavering confidence. I'm Crissie Hart, the head cheerleader of our university, known for my sharp wit and savage demeanour. You might wonder why someone like Dante would be friends with someone like me. Well, let me tell you, he's even hotter than you think.

The next day, as we met on the rooftop as usual, I felt a shift in our dynamic. After spending hours together, I mustered the courage to confess.

"Hey, Dan, I have something to confess..." I began, my tone serious.

"What's up?" he asked, his expression unreadable.

"I know that you feel the same towards me..." I said, hoping he'd confirm my suspicions.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and I could feel the tension in the air.

"I like you too, Dante," I confessed, my heart racing.

His expression remained inscrutable momentarily, but then he smiled, and my hopes soared.

"I'm sorry, Crissie, but..." he started, his tone gentle yet firm.

The disappointment hit me like a wave as he gently rejected me. I couldn't believe it.

"Why?" I demanded, struggling to hold back tears.

"I don't feel the same way," he said, his smile fading.

His rejection stung, but I refused to accept it. With a bold move, I kissed him, hoping to change his mind. Instead, he pushed me away, apologizing again before leaving me alone on the rooftop.

As the rain began to fall, mixing with my tears, I felt a sense of defeat wash over me. But then, a stranger approached, offering me a chance for revenge.

"Excuse me, ma'am," the man said, his smirk promising mischief.

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