• Friends to enemies to lovers
• Dark themes and gothic vibes
• Situations some readers might find offensive
• Spicy romance with dark elements
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Never did I expect to find Trouble in New York (oh, the irony of it).
But BANG and Trouble aka Con...
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[Currant]: Thy frown will kill me
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It's funny how a single person can make you forget and abandon the whole world.
Most of the time, they're not even trying, they are just there, in your head, occupying all the space. So, really it's all your fault.
It's all my fault.
It's my fault for wrapping all my thoughts around Connor, and completely neglecting the things he said about Jack the other day.
The last couple of weeks I've been so occupied with sketching his eyes on every surface I could find, and trying to justify his actions by finding out all about his fight with Isaac, that I've completely forgotten Jack and the cloud of doubt that Connor created around him.
I'm struck by it out of the blue as I notice Jack make his way to me the next morning.
I pull my last sketchbook out of my locker, close the door (convincing myself not to bang my head against it exhaustedly), and start to head toward him.
As I get closer to him, I catch the glare he's throwing my way and do a mental facepalm.
This is most definitely about me not answering his calls yesterday.
I've not told him where I was and with who, nor does he know about the panic attack I had yesterday thanks to Connor.
Only when I got home yesterday after a silent and exhausting drive with Connor, did I notice the six calls from Jack.
To make him stop worrying, I sent him a quick text, letting him know I was okay and going to bed, and that no, I didn't care that it was only 6 PM.
True to my word I've slept the exhaustion off for 14 hours straight.
"Where the hell have you been, Mia?" Jack practically growls, coming to a stop in front of me. He's still glaring down at me, arms crossed against his chest and his form stoic.
His brown hair is brushed back today, his law books tucked under his arm. He looks handsome and pissed... definitely pissed.
"Sorry, I was having a bad day so I wanted to sleep it off," I tell him honestly, without getting into details.
I notice the glare slowly turn into a worried frown, and my heart sinks a bit, because of the guilt.
I'm a liar even though I'm trying my best not to be. Especially not with him.
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