Not A Damsel In Distress

"Legs down Tessa," My mom sighed tiredly, annoyance seeping through her tone. I immediately put my legs down and sat like how a lady would- knees crossed. She passed the living room after she gave me a piercing glance. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Sure will, Ma." I chirped, "Bye!"

She slammed the door after she gave a small wave in response. I flinched involuntarily as slight muffles came from under the couch. I sighed irritatedly as I pulled out the cushions of the couch. "Get out now."

"But the party, just started." A blonde head popping out of the couch. Zeke gave a cheshire cat's smile as he held his phone; his phone screen illuminated with the four letters- SENT. "Babe."

What have I got myself into?
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Tessa Encè was always more masculine than feminine. She was a knight in worn out converse; she always prefered- swords over tea parties, cars over manicures. She was the living opposite of everything girly- a tomboy.

Zeke Goreiź was the infamous bad boy of Live High. He smokes unlit cigarettes and drinks root beer; he was only a bad boy actor,
but when was anyone interested in knowing that.

And when was combining unknown chemicals with each other a good idea?

It never was. However that never stopped scientists- certainly cupid wants in.

One arrow, one party. And we got an official mess.

(The prologue seems like a historical fiction but it is not, I swear- so don't give up on my book just like that. I swear you won't regret it.)