He was the moon, and I was the sun.
He was the darkness, and I was his light.
He was chaos, I was his calm.
Yet, everyone seemed to think that it was the other way around.
Actually, no. Nobody thought anything because there was no way in hell th...
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Cleopatra Saint Claire ☆
"Um, I think Alexander, Anna's husband, is a good person. Even when Anna does something wrong, like having an affair, he stays loyal to his family and forgives her. He cares about doing the right thing and taking care of his family, even when things get tough. Anna's choices caused a lot of problems, but Alexander stayed strong and he did what was right." I say.
Ren's scoff next to me pulls my attention. His sharp exhale sends a ripple of tension through the air.
"Mr. Winston? You seem to have an opinion about this too." Mr. Ambrose remarked.
"Anna is a complex character and she faces many challenges in her life. I know her affair with Vronsky may seem wrong, but it's important to understand the reasons behind her actions. Anna feels trapped in her marriage and longs for love and freedom." Ren leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding.
As he speaks, his voice holds a depth that draws the attention of the entire class, and the girls nearby can't help but steal glances at him, mesmerized by his presence.
I shake my head. "It's unfair for her to just...ditch everything because she fell in love with someone else. They could've talked about it and-"
"Oh, because you think divorce was an option back then?" He turns to me, a faint smirk playing on his lips, though I'm not sure he's amused. I think he just wants to let me know how stupid I sound.
With his blue eyes staring through me, I can't exactly focus on my argument. There's only one way out of this, playing petty.
I scoff. "Well, of course you would defend cheating," I mutter. The whole class chuckles at this and his eyes turn to a darker shade of blue.
They go from ocean blue to electric blue. Whatever the color is, they always look beautiful.
"Fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asks, frustration clear in his tone, his jaw clenched. "You give it the meaning you want, sweetheart," I tease.
Ren leans back, his posture exuding confidence, and runs a hand through his tousled hair. "Some people just can't handle the truth," he says with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Before he could launch at me even more, the teacher interrupts us. "Okay, okay, let's not make this personal, all right? Take your books on page 12, please," Mr. Ambrose instructs.
I take my book out and place it on my side of the table as I wait for the teacher to start the lesson. "I don't have my book," Ren says.
I glance at him and see him chewing on a gum as he plays with the silver rings that perfectly fit around his thick but slender fingers. He's looking at me, but I can't seem to look away from his veiny hands.
He chuckles. "You're so easy to distract." I glare at him. "Whatever, and you not having your book is clearly not my problem."
He sighs, then slides my chair closer to his with ease. "Problem solved," he murmurs casually. I feel myself heating up at how close we are.
