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Romance
"I'm not normal like you are." *** Winter has always had her peak of curiosity towards a certain boy. A certain boy who would show up in neon yellow jumpsuits, but come to school in a black hoodie the very next morning. A boy who'd greet everyone merrily without hesitation, but get sent to detention for refusing to talk the next afternoon. He was conflicted and confusing. Yet, he piqued Winter's interest for she found him fascinating, intriguing and she almost felt deep sorrow for the boy. Little did the troubled boy know, someone saw him as more than what all else saw him as. He was more than the boy with the split personality. All rights reserved.
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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