Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

'YOU BITCH!" She yells at me with her jaw as clenched as ever. In return, She attempts to throw a punch, but with too much force. I swiftly move out of the way, compelling her to plummet into a table. I glance at Rowan who looks like he had a heart attack, eyes as wide as an owl. What? He doesn't think I have such skills? I tug at his wrist "we are going back to your house Rowan." I pull him with force, shoving through the crowd towards the door. I get the feeling of everyone's gaze peering at us, with their mummers scattering around like a high school drama scene. Some are even helping that greedy twat off the floor. Before we make it to the motorcycle, Rowan stops in his tracks. "What the hell just happened August." He looks down at me. His eyes were gloomy and glassy, almost teary. I felt like he was staring into my skin, his eyebrows were furrowed and his expression represented confusion. "I'm not sure. You tell me Rowan." I glance back up at him. My lips pursed in disappointment. Author: HELLO! I'm not sure what to put here, but here's small segment on the book!?Its my first book I've written so it's not very good, but i would love it you guys could read it and give me feed back and anything i could improve on. Please be aware that this book is already written, though i would still love to change things according what what ya'll are interested in. (And yes i made the front cover myself 😌) P.s credits to one of my best friends that helpt write the little blurb ❤️ love u queen 👸 Anyways, Luv ya'll x and enjoy!

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22