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a short story
Like every high school student would dream of, Everly Clark and Ricardo Hans had the love of a lifetime. Perfect from each angle, they loved a love that sparked others. Like every family, Everly's had their fair share of...
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a/n :idk if my French is right lololol, I used google translate. feel free to correct me!
song- the heart wants what it wants : selena gomez . . .
AS A KID, you believed in happily ever after's. They all really ended up the same, the villain always ended up getting defeated, the main character would always get what they wanted and would live happily ever after with their so-called soulmate.
Sadly, the reality is that life is full of pain and misery. It doesn't just last for a couple of hours or days, it drags on in a never-ending cycle. But, there is only so much pleasure our bodies can handle and that's okay. Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams.
"Bonjour, je m'appelle Ricardo," every word rolled off his tongue like wine, a flirty smile playing on his lips. He laid back comfortably in his chair, crossing his masculine hands over his chest.
Madame Caron smiled like she won the lottery, looking at him as if he was a God. However, I rolled my eyes.
Next, to chemistry, I also sucked at French. I disliked the language. I disliked the class. I hated the idea.
The only reason I signed up for this class was because of the ridiculous amount of credit it gave.
Ricardo, or as I liked to call him Ricky; looked back at me grinning mischievously. He had always loved to watch me embarrass during French.
"Tu es belle," he mouthed, his eyes twinkling with delight. I frowned, raising my eyebrows at him questioningly.
"What?" I mouthed back, pushing my round glasses further up my nose.
"You're beautiful," he smiled, biting his lower lip.
A sad sigh escaped my lips, as I looked out the taxi window. I rested my forehead on the window, watching the droplets of rain slide down the window slowly. Apparently, if you went to one of these art walks you would be invited to a ton of them.
I mean what could go wrong? The last time I went, I ended up earning half a million for only one painting. We arrived at the walk and I paid the taxi driver, stepping out into the rain. I frowned and ran into the building, holding my purse over my head.
Gabriel had decided not to come this time, as he was busy with his own career. I furiously tried to fix my hair, looking at the fancy mirror. A couple of people glanced at with looks on their faces, whispering discreetly.
