My arch enemy
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Last published Sun, Sep 13, 2020
The moment I stepped into Pearson high's campus I had a feeling that this was going to be tougher than I thought .
I'd be lying if I say that I am not feeling edgy .
I don't know why , but I feel like this nervousness has nothing to do with my first day at my new school.
And the moment I walked into the hall to find my locker it became all clear .
Mr. heart finally decided to respond and for a second I felt like it was going to explode .
My body tensed like a peice of dried clay , hard but fragile.
"Pale face , black heart , golden legacy."
Ladies and gentlemen, that's Ryan Oberoi for you .
It was like God had carved him differently, paid extra attention to detail while creating him. His cheekbones were sharper than scalpel blades, his eyes the palest shade of blue in nature, his hair the inkiest black. He was so white I could see the veins under his skin, but his mouth was red as fresh blood-warm, alive, and deceiving.
He fascinated and infuriated me .
The old Rhea would've ran off the moment She saw him standing in the corridor , messing with his phone .
But the Thing is , the new Rhea didn't turn a blind eye to Ryan Oberoi .
I was no longer fearful.
And the only thing I was going to give him is my hate .
I'd suffered the enough pain and survived it. Nothing scared me anymore.
Not even my ARCH ENEMY .
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