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 : : CHAPTER THREE : :

"I know things happen for a reason, but sometimes I wish I knew what that reason was."

I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I groan and roll over in my bed, soaking up the rest of the warmth before slipping out and into my bathroom.

Stripping from my clothes, I stepped into the scorching stream of water, letting it soothe my skin, before having to face dreaded school.

"Bree! Hurry up or you'll be late!" My mother yells up the stairs. It seems like all she ever does is yell at me to hurry up...

After cleansing my hair and body, I jump out of the shower and into my walk-in closet. What to wear. What to wea-

Wait. Why am I caring about what I wear to school? It's just school. . .For learning. I don't have to impress anyone...

Except Harrison. Why do you even hate him? He's so attractive...You know you want him. And you especially want him to want you.

Shut up brain! There's no reason to want to impress him. I clearly want him to see I can hold my own. That's it. Nothing more. Besides, I can't have anything to do with him. He's a player and an arrogant asshole. That's all he is. So why should I care?

Maybe because he won't leave you alone?

...I'm getting real tired of your shit, brain.

Maybe it's because you know I'm right? Ever think of that?

I hate when you're right. But I don't--no, can't--have a crush, or be in the least way, fascinated with him. It'll ruin me, and my plan.

No, I will avoid Harrison at all costs; I'll keep the blushing to a minimum; I will not fall for his traps; and I will definitely not be one of those stupid, clingy, girls who fall all over him.

I can't wait to see the look on his pretty little face when he realizes that I'm not like all the other girls, that I'm willing to put up a fight.

This should be fun...

...Or disastrous.

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"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Wrong with me? I'm not the one who is obviously enjoying my presence enough to have stayed silent for almost an hour, staring at me, I might add."

"You're such a conceited, good-for-nothing, ASSHOLE!" I screeched. Harrison straightens up from his position, previously leaning on the wall opposite of me as the words leave my mouth.

His expression turned into his famous smirk, walking forward, until my back was pressed against the wall and his chest only mere inches from mine, his breath fanning across my face.

I gulped. This cannot end well...


4 & 1/2 Hours Earlier

"Hey, Bree! How's it going?" Lola calls to me from across the hallway.

I'm now in school, walking through the hallways to my locker, where Lola was standing. Once I reach it she pulls me into a tight embrace.

"What was that for?" I ask her. She shrugs.

"I guess it's just because Harrison is kinda 'after you' now, and you don't like it...You looked like you needed some cheering up." I chuckle.

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