Is this love...??

Is this love...??

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Ariana Grande
Ariana Thornton is what you can call a good girl. Good grades,well mannered,good personality, fun to be around,loved by all,quite a charming girl. As she enters her college life she is focussed on three things 1.Focus on academics 2.Stay away from boys 3.Forget the past and the people responsible for her misery. She plans to move on only to find that fate has other plans. As she walks into the campus her path crosses with a boy who is a constant reminder of someone she is trying hard to forget. In this college life Ariana comes across various people who affect her in ways she didn't imagine. Meet Lover Hater Friends Backstabbers in a very confusing journey of Ariana and find the answer to the question she keeps on asking her heart IS THIS LOVE...??
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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