𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream un...
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Millie
I can't stop thinking about her.
The truth is, I crave everything about her. I'm sincerely addicted to her ethereal touch, the soft texture of her delicate lips against mine, the gentle movements of her throat betraying the calm she always tries to maintain, her magnificent gaze sizing me up and down, and the warmth of her voice enveloping me like a blanket on a winter night.
However, I still don't know what her true intentions are. Part of me wants to believe Bailey is as attracted to me as I am to her, but the other part of my brain keeps reminding me Bailey and I aren't meant for each other. She's Bailey Steele after all, the daughter of the famous runway model, Harper Steele, and the intimidating Hawke Steele, owner of Steele entreprises and one of the wealthiest real estate moguls in the country.
Even if Bailey, somehow, ends up reciprocating the unmistakable and undeniable feelings my heart holds for her, I need to remind myself that, as far as I know, Bailey Steele doesn't date. The hallways of Huxley High often whisper rumours. Cruel rumours say Bailey is the kind of girl who will break your heart, and leave you begging for more. Once she's done with you, once you no longer satisfy her needs, she will simply pretend she doesn't know you anymore, leaving you to sink into a powerful sense of insanity, one that will make you lose your mind. Bailey's everyone's wildest dream, a dream no one can reach.
She's my wildest dream, the one worth losing my mind for.
I know if I truly respected myself and cared about my mental health, I'd end whatever is going between us. I'd stop searching for her in the school hallways, I'd stop yearning for her attention. I'd stop counting the hours, minutes, and seconds until I see her. However, needless to say, I'm irrevocably incapable of acting rationally. I'm drawn to her like a moth to a flame. One taste of her is enough to make me crave her, her presence consuming my erratic thoughts, shaping every breath I take.
"Are you sure it's going to be okay ?" I hear my mom, the sound of her voice breaking my thoughts and pulling me back to reality. Clearing my throat, I quickly turn my attention to her, trying my best to erase Bailey from my deepest thoughts.
"Sorry...what did you just say?" I ask before taking a sip of my fresh juice, savouring the sweet taste of orange as the yellow liquid refreshes my throat.
"I was saying if it's okay for you to take the bus today? I'm in a rush so I won't be able to drop you off at school. I'm so sorry, sweetie..." My mom replies while sliding her right arm into the sleeve of her coat, its leather shining under the kitchen lights.
"No problem! Don't worry! I think I'm gonna walk to school. I need to hit those ten thousand steps." I voice my thoughts, trying to reassure my mom as I curve my lips into a genuine and playful smile. Then, a soft chuckle escapes my mom's lips, the delicate sound resonating through the kitchen the moment the words leave my mouth.
