PS: LISTEN TO THE MUSIC "SHE WILL BE LOVED" FOR A BETTER READING!~~~
(HAZELLE'S POV❤)
The truth #3
Day 1. I passed all of the stuffs that will be needed in this school. Although I'm a business entrepreneur as of now, i didn't mind doing stupidity when it comes to the person I badly wanna see the most.
There she is. How can a person manage to be that attractive? It's still like the first day we met, her originality, her beautiful face and personality, oh dude, my feelings for her are deeply becoming more dangerous.
As i sat down behind her, i still see her innocently staring at my peripheral vision.
Staring at her back, a second thought appears throughout my mind; I wish I didn't do this thing 'cause her presence were inevitable!
When this school thing ends, i knew she's curiously following behind me.
Good thing there are street children, most of them knew who am I.
When I'm done with these kiddos, i glance at the back, no traces of her.
I grinned as I snicks out her phone inside my pocket.
Opening her pattern; good thing, she didn't change it. Stealing her number, i wrapped up my jacket around my hips as I hopped in my motorbike; worn-out the helmet, and droves it in a rapid manner.
She's still my girl. I'm currently making fun of her as she rolled her eyes over and over. I couldn't laugh towards her! So the expression smirked saved me from this whole crazy thing.
Day 2. I exchanged seats from the person in the back, good thing our prof. says he'll arrange us alphabetically. Worst thing, she's absent.
A group cheer. Our prof. discussed this cheer thing as boredom causes me to play with my pen using my hands. Caught up my attention, i grinned as I heard my girl's surname as well as mine. Talking to one of our biggest fan, she took care of what am I planning to do.
Day 3. Oh my gorgeous baby. I made my way beside her as I used the memo to pretend I wasn't interested in this goddamn thing although it's superficially otherwise.
Yes! I screamed those words in my mind as I get back to my seats.
Mood swings hits me when zhan posted in instagram, the picture of the popular squad called "bitches". She's beside my girl, oh god I wanna punch her!
Her contagious laugh made me smirked. I swear, angels couldn't compete with her. She's cool in every way, specially those eyes that I can't help but to stare the most.
Day 4. Our performance passed and gladly, she heart-whelmingly smiled. When her unpredictable moves caught up my attention, i bit my lower lip as I smirked. The hell i didn't thought she'd gonna do it. It's Stacy Anderson that we're talking about.
Please say i didn't sound stupid neither suck on my cheesy last words, her hesitant movements made my whole-self chuckled as butterflies in my stomach made there way.
Day 5. Stealing her wallet, for a goddamn reason to stay closer to her. Yes, her essential needs» that was I purposely stealing. Good thing, tita jamie did a super beneficial thing for me. Mixed of a vanilla and strawberry scent, her smell that I used to loved the most. So as "can I cuddle forever?" desperate thoughts.
The word patience isn't cooperating with me, yep men, i did that thing. My emotional self controlled me by my number one weakness; her touching any part of my body, good thing my thighs down to my legs are flawless. :')
Day 6. The funniest so as the worst day, ironic isn't it? I could say it's funny because her eyes were glued to Richard and I, oh holy crap, hahaha! She's really witty, see? Her eyes were staring at us like a salt mixed with a bomb, although that sounds corney but that's true though! Jeez! She's so cute. And that fucking Dwane Castro is the worst, obviously. Carrying her goddamn bag and giving his umbrella to my girl, make sure he could compete with me. Huh! I can get off of his ass in a one swift move, try me.
Day 7: The most notable day. My lips immediately turned into a smirk as I saw her pushed away Dwane fucking Castro! Yo men! My girl did a good job, amazing baby.
Giving her a favor by wiping her lips which been claimed by busted Dwane, my overwhelmed-self did that stuff again. Oh please, can you blame me? Blame me for being gay towards this stunning gorgeous girl? Definitely,not.
I'm currently playing my favorite instrument called one and only guitar.
The new song that hits my core deep down entitled "someone you loved."After doing crazy things that i've done this entire month. I have to go back in a practical business life where every second matters; where I genuinely belong, good thing this short vacation helped me wanna continue this goddamn life again...
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(Just posted the most romantic scene in this book! Should i say most romantic suspense? Nvrmnd. Anyways, thanks for continuously reading and ily'all so muchhh!)
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Bloody Lips (Bitches Series #1)
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