❝Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice! and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!❞
❝You think I'm attractive?❞
❝Fuck no!❞
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Dangerous, wild and rebellious.
Calm, cool and collected.
Darya just wan...
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Did I go too far by drawing on his face? Yes.
Do I regret it? No.
Did it hurt when he looked at me with so much hatred when he warned me to stay away from him? Maybe.
Glancing at my phone, I let out a defeated huff, throwing it to the other side of the bed.
I lay on my stomach, screaming into the pillow.
My phone lits up with a notification and I scurry so fast to get it, dropping it again when it's not the notification I wanted.
I spread my hands above my head and my legs far wide, looking at the ceiling with different thoughts going through my head.
I grab my phone again, scrolling through all the messages I sent.
Darya – 11:03am
hy ethan! it's darya im texting bcs of d project when can we meet ??
Darya – 12:48pm
hy it's me again :) i guess you're prob busy just text me back when u see my msgs
Darya – 1:23pm
ethan u knw i can see that u've read my msgs right? jeez are u still mad?
Darya – 2:30pm
man let's just talk about the project topic i'd do it all
I type out a message again, suddenly regretting all my goofiness.
Darya – 3:33pm
id do the project and send the final material for you to check out im sorry again i really am
I see the text bubble and I jolt up from my bed, gripping the phone tighter.
Placing my elbows on my knees, I watch as the bubble keep popping up and disappearing before his message finally comes in.
Ethan – 3:34pm
Can you punctuate and type out your words correctly? Seeing how many errors are in a single message makes it difficult to understand you. Just send me your address, I'd be there in a few minutes to talk about the project.
I scoff at his blunt response but I still send my address to him.
My attention turns to the angry knock on my door and I roll my eyes, putting my phone away.
I stretch my limbs, hearing the cracks before I go to open my door.
My mum stands at the other side of the door with her hands on her hips, giving me a stern look.
