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i looked around that tuesday morning, i was starting to get paranoid. ethan just kept on giving me gifts which really freaked me out. he even followed me and disturbed my girl bonding just to give his weird yet lovely gifts. why would my enemy give me gifts anyway? out of kindness? no...ethan is not that type of guy.
when i saw him walking along the hallways, i quickly went the other way, which was longer, but i didnt care if i was late for my class, as long as i could avoid him, then its fine with me.
i sighed in relief when i reached the class and saw him slumped on his seat, and his phone on his stomach. i then tiptoed towards my seat which was next to my best friend, but after i passed him, i felt a hard object hit my leg.
i quickly turned around, without looking, i know the person who hit my leg. "what?" i snarled at my arch nemesis. "you forgot to get your gift from me" ethan said with his eyes still closed. "did you have to hit me to give it?" i reported, pissed. "really, then why are you avoiding me this morning? admit it, you dont want to accept anymore gifts from me"
"shut up!" i gritted my teeth at him and picked the gift off the floor. i then sat down at my seat. in the middle of class, my eyes started to dart on the gift under my desk. i looked at my math teacher who kept blabbering and reminding us about the importance of stupid equations and other things.
for some reason, i found my hands reaching for the gift. i then took it and opened it gently. i saw an orange colored box, and when i opened it, my eyes widen in awe. it was a sparkling diamond tiara.
that tiara looked expensive. even an idiot like me will be able to notice that. but why would ethan give me something like this? and its not the first time. all the gifts that ethan gave me are expensive. he was never a cheapskate guy. he will always look for something expensive. he was too prideful when it comes to giving gifts. he always wanted to show off.
but why me-
"miss y/l/n!"
i jolted as i heard the teachers voice. i gulped as i saw him crossing his arms across her chest. "miss y/l/n, would you mind answering the equation on the board?" the teacher asked, raising an eyebrow. i stared at the board, angling my head slowly and gulped even more. the equation was pretty hard.
"I..uh...I'm sorry, i dont know..." i admitted sheepishly while the people snickered in the background. the teacher hissed something under her breath before turning her back on me. i sighed and rested my head on my desk.
my eyes then darted on the tiara that was sitting under my desk.
the question is, why does ethan keep on giving these expensive things to me? its not like I'm something special to him. for him, I'm nothing more but a target for his daily entertainment.
so why?
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a/n: does this count as a christmas imagine?
