#1 IN TEEN FICTION!
Fren·e·my || a person with whom one is friendly despite a fundamental dislike or rivalry
Do you ever hate someone that you just want to rip their head apart from their body and bury their corpse in the deepest forest where no o...
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Ever since Clayton Wade came into my life, I've had a series of unfortunate events happened to me not once or twice, but thrice in a row. I really need to stay away from him because every systems in my body are telling me that he brings bad luck to my life.
And as if today couldn't get any better, Clayton Wade had to became my neighbour. My freaking neighbour. It would be better if he lived across the street, that way I don't have to see his devilishly handsome face everyday, however he moved right next door and our rooms are next to each other.
"How do you know my number?" I muttered and narrowed my eyes at him. For all I know, I never gave him my number nor that I even want to if he ever ask me.
"I have my ways," He answered and put one of his hands in his pocket. "I'm Clayton Wade." He added in a duh tone and shrugged.
I rolled my eyes. Narcissistic asshole. "Why did you move here?" I asked, "You could've moved somewhere else but you have to move here. HERE. Right next to my house. Why?" I added, demanding an answer.
Clayton face darkened at the question as if it offended him badly. I was just asking why though. Nothing offensive about that, right?
"None of your business." He answered harshly and hung up abruptly. I shot a look of confusion towards him but he already had closed the curtains of his windows.
I stood there cluelessly, still holding my phone against my ear. Why does it bothered me so badly when I thought Clayton was offended by my question? His expression didn't help either. If looks could kill, his probably will. His face literally did a 360 turn at that one simple question.
Why?
Wait,
Why does it bother me so much?
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"Jesus Christ, did you woke up by a trash can?"
I turned to face Claire with an acknowledging grunt, slamming my forehead onto the locker. I shut my eyes as I felt a string of pain in my head and brought my fingers up to my temple and massaged the pain away. It's Friday and I can't even be happy about it. Usually, I would have a series of celebration dance but today, I'm a moody as fudge.
