❝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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Her eyes aren't hazel.
She has grey–blue eyes with central green. Still a shade of hazel but better.
Gorgeous and pretty.
And she has freckles, even though they're faint, she has freckles.
Twenty-one to be exact.
Twenty-one freckles frames her face and a tiny mole below her lower lip.
I don't know why I fucking noticed all this about Petrov but I just did.
I blame it on my sharp eye.
Well after I left her alone in my room and came back after a couple of minutes to ask what food she'd like, only to have found her drifted off, I sat down and watched her sleep for a while. I felt like a complete creep but I was unable to look away.
Her chest rose and fell with steady breaths, and she had a small smile on her face, and when I pushed her soft hair off her face, she snuggled deeper into the warmth of my hand.
Possessiveness seeped its way up my gut to my chest because I know she's in my room, on my bed and in my fucking clothes.
Fuck.
I gulp down the water, feeling droplets trail down my chin.
"...maybe we can see our favorite Marvel movie afterward." Kai says with a proud look on his face and I stayed quiet. I wasn't listening to whatever the fuck he was saying.
He turns to look at me, scoffing at whatever expression I had on. "So I've been talking to myself for the past five minutes."
"I'm sorry," I lean backwards into the lockers, resting my head against the cold metal. "Come again."
He rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he shoves his booth into his own locker. "You always do that," he grumbles. "Tell me to plan boys night, then you zone off when I'm in the middle of saying my plans."
"I'm sorry." I apologize, my mind's been all over the place. "Don't sulk."
"What are you doing now? I need to pick something up for my mom." he announces and I nod, shrugging on a clean shirt while Kai dries his wet hair since he's fresh out of the shower.
"I have a pottery practice with Petrov," I reply. "So I'm going to probably be here late. Leave without me."
He nods, picking up a clean shirt and draping it over his body.
"It's almost mid terms—"
A laugh leaked from the other side of the room as more people filed into the room making Kai pause.
It was way past noon and we're in the school's locker room after just finishing practice. Kai and I stood at our lockers which was stationed at the secluded spot of the locker room and Kai being the gossip he is, uses it to his satisfaction.
