❝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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Red.
She dyed the front of her hair back to red.
No purple, no purple highlights, no nothing.
She doesn't even wear anything purple anymore and it's pissing me off.
I don't know why but it is. I don't even like the color, infact, I despise it.
These past few days have followed the same routine of working out, eating, talking, and studying. And well, toying with Petrov. She's been my main source of entertainment as of late. She's entertaining. With her wit and stubbornness and obvious annoyance with me, and maybe a little bit of hate, it's like living in my own comedy show.
Movement to my right catches my attention and I roll my eyes. Kai kept tapping a steady beat against the wooden table as his right leg keeps bouncing up and down.
"What?" I ask, flicking my pen between my middle finger and index finger.
"He's back." Kai mutters, eyes pinned on the blank book in front of him. "He was released today."
I sit up so abruptly my knee hits the desk, the noise catching almost everyone's attention.
"Sorry." I mutter to the people staring at me, turning my attention towards Kai and lowering my voice as I say the next words. "What? he's meant to be serving thirty-five years."
"I know right?" he grumbles, cursing under his breath. "He called this morning, said my mother and I are ungrateful for all he's done."
"Kai—"
"Can you believe what the fuck he said?" he grits out, pulling his hands into fists in front of him. "he said he's coming back to stay. My mother accepted his fucking request, she practically welcomed him back with open arms."
I look around the classroom, seeing that almost all the students were engrossed in whatever the teacher was saying and the others were chatting away or sleeping.
"Kai, I get that you're mad," I drag my chair closer to him and placed my hand on one of his fist. "hell, it's natural for you to be. But can we go over this later? I don't think this is the right time to talk about it."
He nods, looking around the classroom.
"Or do you want to skip with me?" I ask, tilting my head to get a better view of his face.
"You have better grades than me, I can't afford to do that." he replies, giving me a small smile before dropping his head on his table.
I smile at him, different thoughts going through my head at our conversation.
People are never how they seem. That's one thing about humans. Two-faced and completely fake.
I tune out the teacher, leaning my head lazily on my palm as I watch the soft wind sway the trees outside of the building.
