Meet Kitty Proud, a wallflower who prefers to blend into her background. Ever since her mom died, she had receded into a shell, emotionally blocking herself from everyone.
Meet Wesley Bane, who doesn't seem to understand 'walls'. He is cocky, arrogant and finds great pleasure in getting on Kitty's nerves. But sometimes when someone has walls as thick as Kitty's there needs to be a conceited jerk to shake her world and make her live again.
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"I like a bit of danger," Wes whispered, his grey eyes shining.
"Yeah?" I said in a flat tone. "Then you have nothing to do with me."
"It's the quiet girls that are the kinky ones," he winked.
I blanched, but tried to keep my cool, "And it's guys like you who're man-whores."
He opened his mouth to say something but I quickly cut him off, "Well, if you don't mind, could you kindly remove your hand?" I looked pointedly at his hand.
His eyes had a certain glint to them as he winked at me before he squeezed his hand. The cap sprang off, hitting my face as coffee spilled over my hands. I shrieked as the hot coffee scalded my hand, effectively causing me to drop the cup. I was glad to see that I dropped it on Wes' shoes though, causing it to satisfyingly splatter onto his jeans.
"What the hell?" he shrieked, jumping back.
"Don't 'what the hell' me!" I shouted at him. "What is your problem, Bane?!"
"Well, you see, there's coffee on my shoes now," he frowned. "They were expensive too, you know."
I huffed in irritation, fuming, "If only money could buy decency."
This is Siyana's (my) life! *this is a real life story and the names are changed due to copyright issues* Tons of boy drama and shipping. Hope you enjoy my life! Here are a few glimpses :
1. "From today I'll call you silverboy" I said. "What?" he exclaimed. "74-silverboy-Awad!" "Shut up, Siyana" he chuckled. And that's when I started calling him silverboy. Honestly, from here, I kept on calling him silverboy and never really stopped.
2. "What. About. Me, huh?" I whispered. "You know what I'd do to you?" he says as he slams me into the lockers. Everyone is simply staring at us, scared to interrupt Malik completely becoming a beast. Pedro screeches "3, 2, 1 *claps* Both of you should f*ck! Everyone! 3, 2, 1 both-" "f*ck off" Malik interrupts as he scrambles off me. "What would you do huh?" I whisper hungrily, yet again. He slams me against the locker, harder this time. He leans forward and bends down to match my eye level, completely forgetting that we're in public. "There's two parts of me. One part of me wants to murder you" he sighs.
3. "Okay. Now Hazza's getting murdered" I say out loud. " Anyone selling popcorn? I'll take it for 50 Dirhams, final price" Zayn says. "HAZZA ALMANSOORI!" I snap. "I'm sorrrry" he purrs whilst chuckling. "You're not sorry are you? Are you sorry, Hazza?" I say firmly, trying to sound intimidating. "You're not intimidating!" A very familiar voice states. Malik. "Well, speak of the devil." I sarcastically smile. "So happy to see me, aren't you? What's Hazza doing?" He asks, his voice laced with curiosity. "He was shipping us both." I whisper-yell, knowing what's about to come next. Malik punches Hazza....Anddddd Hazza gets a black eye from Malik. Of course!