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❝Sometimes falling for the enemy is inevitable❞
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After being betrayed by her only friend, Anastasia Martinez Stone gets thrown into a dangerous world full of fighting, racing, drugs, pain, and death...
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A N A S T A S I A 9 | who are you?
LUNCH HAD BEGUN and I was starving, so I headed to the cafeteria.
Unsurprisingly, the second that I walked in, almost everyone went completely silent or spoke in hushed whispers as they looked at me.
Why does that keep happening? Mind your own goddamn business people!
I ignored all of the stares coming my way until I got into line because everyone finally went back to what they were doing. Then I bought a sandwich and a bottle of water.
After paying for my lunch, I turned towards the lion's den, also known as the cafeteria and a place where outsiders are not welcome.
I don't care about the rules of the school that the populars made though, so I start looking for a table.
There's only two empty tables and they're both in the very back. Perfect.
Walking to the one furthest from everybody, I sit down before putting my headphones in, turning on my favorite music to block out everything and everyone from the outside world.
I pulled my hood down a bit further to hide my face from everyone. As I sat there, eating my sandwich and tapping my foot to the beat of the music with my eyes closed, someone suddenly pulled the headphones out of my ears.
What the fuck? I'm furious, nobody takes my headphones out.
I almost completely forgot where I was at because I was about to flip my shit on whoever thought interrupting me was a good idea.
"Aye! What the fu... u-uh umm, c-can I have my h-headphones back?" I asked quickly, trying to cover up the fact that I almost cursed right in front of them.
Looking up, I see the three amused faces of Rosemoor High School's most beloved bad boys.
Although, what really caught my attention was the smirk on Ryder's face as he held up my headphones.
His smirk drew my eyes to the bottom of his face like a magnet and that was when I saw it...
