Hart-Breaker Next Door

❝What do you want, Jordan?❞

❝Quiero tu amor.❞

❝Do you realize I only speak one language? And that language is English.❞
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Eleanor Grey. The name of the girl that everybody in the Sinclair, California thought would discover the cure to Cancer, get the Nobel Peace Prize in Medicine, go to Harvard, or something big like that, they just expected big from her and she hated it. Eleanor wanted to play piano, not do discover the cure to Cancer, (even though that would be super good and helpful), Eleanor wanted to go to Juilliard, not Harvard. The brunette didn't want a Nobel Peace Prize, she just wanted to be happy in life.

But, nobody cared and didn't ask, they wanted her to be perfect. Eleanor did just that, seeing as she was Valedictorian, Captain of the Volleyball and Swim team, leader of pretty much all the clubs at school.

Eleanor was a busy lady. But not busy enough that she didn't notice Jordan Hart, the silent but hot new kid. Jordan hadn't spoken a word since he got to Sinclair High School, he just stared and looked mean. Nobody tried to talk to him except for a couple girls but other than that everybody stayed away from him. He had that effect on people without even speaking.

The tattoo's that marked his left bicep intimidated people. Chocolate brown eyes that always seemed to be watching, surveying you, searching out your weaknesses and straightness. Inky black hair that seemed to be messy and spilled everywhere over his head.

Eleanor wanted no part of that, but funny how things don't always work out how we want them to. I mean he lives next door and she's tutoring him. There's no escape.

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