He was the bad boy, I was the rich girl that was a 'bad girl' if you must stereotype us. I wanted nothing to do with him, but of course I got stuck with him, helping him with math and having classes with him, along with our friends pushing us go be closer. I hated him, he hated me! It all seemed so cliché to me. "Stop resisting, I can see right through that mask. All you have to do is say the words," He whispered, his famous smirk plastered on his face. "I have no mask on. I won't be the one saying the words. You can't make me," I laughed. "Don't tempt me," He whispered, sending chills down my spine. "I do what I want," I whispered. "And what do you want?" He asked seriously, his face curious. I had no idea what came over me, must have been the moment, or his eyes. Those damn eyes that always got to me. "You," I said. Right as the words left my lips I knew I was done for. I had just lost the bet along with any sanity I still had.
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