"I hate you so much," I say, making sure to meet his intense gaze, my voice dripping with playful venom.
His lips curl into a smirk, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. He takes another step forward, and I instinctively take one back-only to feel the...
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"𝗢𝘂𝗰𝗵," I exclaimed as a sound escaped my mouth. "𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆," I heard as I looked up. It was Ahmed. "𝗜'𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂," he said with a worried look, extending his hand to help me up. I took his hand and stood up.
"𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆," he said again.
I smiled at him and said, "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆."
"𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲?" he asked.
"𝗬𝗲𝘀," I replied.
"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴?" he asked. Suddenly, a flashback hit me: I was in Aziz's room, the closeness, the way I pushed him and ran out. I heard fingers snapping in front of me.
