❝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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"You look different." Denis says from the couch as soon I stepped into the living room.
"What?" I echo, suddenly uncomfortable like all what I did last night was written all over my face.
He shrugs, gripping his tablet tighter to his chest before looking away from me. "I can't place it," he mutters, titling his head as he looks up at me. "But it's a good kind of different."
I frown, looking at my face in the mirror opposite from me. I look the same, just well relaxed without the usual eyebags under my eyes.
"I slept well." I explain, feeling like I'm about to get chastised by my little brother.
He hums in response, his silence a way of dismissing me so I take that as my cue to leave.
I don't even question what he's doing up so early; I just walk down to my room, memories of last night replaying in my mind.
Oh God.
I'm so fucked.
Leaning on my closed door, I slide down on it, having my legs drawn up to my body, with my arms wrapped around them, and my chin on my knees.
"I don't know. Maybe we were never supposed to hate each other."
Oh Ethan, my sweet boy. My sweet, precious boy.
My phone dings with a notification and I swipe it up from the floor, unlocking it before a smile creeps up my face at what I found.
Ethan: I hope you got home safe pretty girl.
Me: yes, i did . thanks 4 asking
Ethan: Want me to come pick you up for school tomorrow?
I squeal, pressing my cheek into my knees, my lips pressed together to stop myself from screaming out in happiness.
Me: ofc. lmk when you get here
I'm so done. There's no use denying this. I like Ethan Blackwell.
A knock on my door pulled me away from my thoughts and I push myself to stand.
Immediately I open the door, my mom's beaming face was the first thing I see.
"Hi baby," she coos, pushing me away to step into my room.
This woman, no respect for privacy.
She turns around, her eyes dropping to my clothes and her mouth spreads wider in a smile.
"How was the party?" she asks, looking at my small bag I was holding. "I see you look different. Glowing even. Any good news to tell me."
