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Prologue

"You are confined only by the walls you build yourself." -

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Beverly Van Moore

"Why can't you just leave me alone? Every god damn time I have to see your so unnattractive face." I asked, all of my anger and frustration coming out. He, being the most dumbfuck human being I have ever met, simply stood there, smirking, because he knew and was aware all eyes were on us, on our pretty little heated conversation right now.

"Look nutshell, you are the only freak that get to my pleasure, to annoyed the hell out of you." He simply said, shrugging and purposely said it out loud.

"And that is why I hate you," and I really meant it. He raised an eyebrow, still sending me the intense stare which gave me a goosebumps.

"No you don't, if you do, you would simply walk out of here and wouldn't even talk to me right this now." His thick British accent voice drawled.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. "Ok fine, I don't hate you, I'm just not necessarily excited about your existence."

"Ah, isn't it easy to just admit it that you like me."

Not wanting to argue with him anymore, I sighed and stare at his ocean blue eyes.

"You know what Mason? I had enough of your worthless attitude. I'm done, I'm gonna be gone. " By the time I turned away, all students back to their own life and scattered away from the hallway.

God damn it, why do I have such a shitty life? People suck. I rather befriend with an alien than human beings. I'm just allergic to humans.

"Where are you going?" He asked, strange tone in his voice.

"I don't see it is anywhere of your business." I quickly turned away, the only brilliant idea I have in mind was to avoid him, all day long.

But he pulled my arm before I can even escape, I let out a whimper and turned around facing him, he slowly let go of my arm.

"Sure, you can go relax and fantasize all you want about how things are not going to be different in your eyes but this is today, and things turn out different because it is my god damn business."

"What are you trying to imply Mason Hockwards?" I crossed my arms over my chest, scrunching my eyebrows, not catching what he's trying to say.

He looked at me, and stayed silent. The atmosphere was different this time because I just then realized we are the only one standing in the quiet hallways. I waited for almost ten minutes, when he didn't say anything, I once again turned and walk away, before I felt his grip on my arms again, like he held to, minutes ago to stop me. I feel the fury and frustration coming out in me.

I fully turned my body questioning him in anger. "What the heck you want-"

But my sentence got cut off by his lips, crashing into mine.