(Damon's POV)
Breaking into the teacher's staffroom?
Just another regular day in my chaotic life.
I waited until the hallway was dead quiet after school—no one in sight. I slipped inside, scanning the desks piled with disorganized chaos that only teachers could understand.
"Come on...where are you hiding?" I muttered, flipping through student files.
Then, bingo—Adeline's class list, her details, and most importantly, her address.
Gotcha.
With her home address in hand, I couldn't help but grin. Adeline probably thought she could shake me off by refusing to give me her address.
Cute.
Too bad she didn't realize I could find anything if I wanted to.
I strolled out of the room with a new destination in mind.
Now, it was time to surprise her.
[Saturday Morning] (Adeline's POV)
The day started like any other Saturday, except for the blood-curdling screams of my sisters echoing through the house, demanding I open the door.
"Are your hands broken?!" I yelled back, dragging myself out of bed like a half-dead zombie.
They claimed they were "straightening their hair."
Straightening their hair. How was that an excuse?
I clumsily made my way downstairs, still half asleep.
Reaching the door, I glanced through the eyehole—and for a second, I saw...Tokyo?!
I blinked, rubbed my eyes. Then it was Sydney.
What in the world?
I pinched my arm, hard.
Not a dream.
I cracked the door open cautiously, peeping through.
Before I could even see who or what I was seeing, a foot jammed between the door and the wall.
"Wait, what the—"
Then a hand pushed the door further open, revealing a familiar, smug face.
"Hi," Damon said, casually grinning at me like he hadn't just appeared outside my house
My brain short-circuited.
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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...
