OPPOSITES

OPPOSITES

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"What's your name?" "H-huh? Why do you wanna know?" "Cause we're friends? I'm not going to call you Ms CEO for the rest of my life!" "Fair enough," The girl was looking at me intently as if she was afraid when she blinked, I would vanish from her sight. I whispered my name, in hope of telling it only to her and not anybody else. She smiled. But the genuine smile was replaced by teasing smirk when she realized what was the meaning behind my name. "With this cold aura you're bringing with you, you sure have a lovely name. What a contrast!" She chuckled, showing off her perfectly aligned, white teeth making me smile. "What's your name then?" I asked her directly. She stopped moving for a while before she turned around to gaze at the night sky. Face glowing under the mesmerizing moon light. "It's a secret."
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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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