(Adeline's POV)
Today was one of those days when the universe decided to test my patience in every possible way.
The Business and Liberal Arts departments had a joint workshop—Storytelling in Marketing—and the name alone made me want to groan.
A three-hour workshop filled with snarky business majors?
Sounds like my personal nightmare, served to me on a silver platter.
Guess who I'm partnered with for the entire thing?
If you guessed Damon—hate to tell you that you're correct.
Fate has a sick sense of humor.
The moment I saw the seating chart, I almost bolted out of the room.
But I couldn't exactly do that without looking like I was running away from my deskmate... which I was absolutely considering.
I sat down, hoping he wouldn't notice, but of course, Damon being THE Great Damon— waltzed in, spotted me, and slid into the seat next to mine like he owned the place.
"Hey, Addie," he grinned, giving me one of his charming looks that probably worked on everyone else but just grated on me.
"Hello, Damon," I replied flatly, mentally preparing for three hours of torture.
He stretched, making himself more comfortable. "So, we're partners, huh? This should be fun."
"Oh, yeah. Fun. " I muttered under my breath, pulling out my notebook.
Totally
As the professor droned on about the power of storytelling, I tried to focus, but Damon kept nudging me with his elbow, whispering every five minutes about how bored he was.
It was like sitting next to a hyperactive five-year-old.
When the workshop finally ended and we were assigned a project.
Damon, naturally, had a brilliant idea.
"Let's do it at your house," he announced, as if I had already agreed.
"No," I said, not bothering to look up from my notes.
He leaned closer, grinning. "C'mon, Addie. It'll be fun. Plus, I need to see where you live."
"No."
"Please?"
"Still no."
"Pwetty pweaseeeee?"
I shot him a glare. "Not happening, Damon."
He just smirked, acting as if my refusal was a mere speed bump in his plans. "Guess I'll figure it out and show up anyway."
"You don't even know my address."
"Challenge accepted," he winked.
Great.
Just what I needed—Damon stalking me to my own house.
Sarcasm laced my next words, "Can't wait."
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The Imperfect Girl
RomanceSeventeen-year-old Adeline Wright is the misfit in a family of glamorous models and TV stars. While her sisters chase fame and perfection, Adeline hides behind her passion for writing, secretly becoming an online sensation. But in college, her quie...
