Loving the arrogant playboy

Chapter:12(Harry Potter? Really?)

A little bit dangerous.
But baby thats how i want it.
A little less conversation
And a little more touch my body.
Cause i am so into you, into you.

Into you by Arianna Grande.

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Paris's POV

A cold wind blew and a shiver ran down my spine. My teeth chattered. It was going to be cold soon and everything will go under snow. Everything will die.

Winter is coming.

I thought as I entered into the school building. It's Monday. So this means another week of hell.

I groaned mentally as I made my way to my locker. Just as I opened the locker door. A single red rose fell out of my locker to the ground. Strange. I bend down to pick up the paper. I stared at the rose for a while with a blank face. The smell of the delicate rose was surrounding me or should i say suffocating me?

"Whoever left this rose doesn't know you hate any kind of flower?" Said someone from behind.

I didn't had to turn around to know who it was. I knew that voice. It was unmistakably Sandy.

"Thats not true." I Said as I turned around. "I like black roses."

"Dark as your soul." She said while rolling her eyes.

I laughed as i took the rose in my palm and crushed it with all my might. I then reopened my palm and the crushed rose fell out of hand.

"You are evil."

"Meet my sister." I winked at her and left.

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I was sitting in my last class today. Unfortunately, there is no one in this class with whom i could talk to. Moreover, i didn't really had the energy to. I groaned mentally.

"Kill me now." I whispered to myself.

"I'd be more than glad." A deep male voice said from my right.

He had a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"Piss off." I glared at the guy. But unfortunately my glare isn't scary. Rather its a good reason to laugh.

And just like that he laughed.

"Shhh.. The teacher will hear you." I tried to hush him.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you honestly think he cares? Just look around."

I did as he told me. Indeed he doesn't care. I mean he was lazily sitting on his chair and marking some test copies while the entire room was talking. Okay. Maybe the word shouting was more appropriate. Paper balls were flying and people were out of their seats.

I turned towards him with a grin.

"Whats your name?" I asked now suddenly interested in this conversation.

His smile widened. Only then I noticed how he looked. He had chocolate brown hair and to match his eyes he had dark chocolate brown orbs. His rosy lips complimented his somewhat pale skin. He had a grey t-shirt on and a black leather jacket on top. Overall, he looked good. But as I am me,