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."
"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire.
"You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside.
"I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me.
"I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around.
"You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me.
I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically.
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I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress.
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Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :))
I like to think I'm funny. After all:
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