Secret alliances

Secret alliances

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Meera Desai. She believed in public affection. James Brenegan. He believed in private affection. She wanted a public display of affection while he wanted to keep things out of sight due to personal image reasons. Meera was the epitome of a cancer, way too nice for her own good. James was one of the nicest guys she'd been pursued by. He was sweet, cared a lot, made constant effort, kept trying. His only flaw was that he would never do what he did over the phone, in person. Emerson Sinclair. Adorable blonde best friend with a little southern drawl in her words. The blonde to Meera's brunette. Well, "replacement" blonde since her best friend, Cassidy, the original blonde was at a different school. Wes Griffin. Meera's personal annoyance. The bane of her existence. Someone she'd call the "Spawn of Satan's left rib". What happens when an academic rivalry turns into something more when he finds her beyond upset over trivial people.
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"Nothing. You didn't do anything," I whispered, turning my gaze back to the movie and intending to end the conversation there. He reached for my face with his left hand which was nearest to me, and gently turned it back to face him. The feel of his hands on my face, brought a whole new feeling to me. "Then why?" I held his hand firmly and removed it from my face. "Consider it natural," I said. Sure, immense hatred for someone could be natural. Unconsciously, my eyes moved down to his lips then back to his eyes. "That's not true." "Yes, it is," I said, still whispering, and trying to pay attention to the movie. "No, it isn't." He was being so argumentative. "There's something you're not telling me and I'm not gonna force you but I'm just gonna let you know that if you thought I'd give up on you so easily, you thought wrong, violet." My brows instantly furrowed in confusion and I turned my full attention to him. Is this guy insane? "What are you talking about?" He laughed a little, then relaxed back on the chair. "I think I'm addicted to you." *~* Avery, a teenager with an immense hate for males, finds her hatred breaking into pieces when she gets teamed up with charming Ian on the basketball team. Ian, on the other hand, while trying to satisfy his thriving queries as to why Avery behaved the way she did, finds himself falling completely for her as her past and reasons for her behaviour unfolds before him.

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