He croaks his head and his winning expression makes me think I said something wrong, something to give him the upper hand. „So you took that as an insult, huh? Or were you rather disappointed?", the corners of his lips twitch, almost making him smile and he looks down at me, challengingly.
„What? No! Of course I wasn't-"
„That's it, isn't it?", he interrupts me and steps closer, if that was even possible. Suddenly he lifts his hand and pushes my chin upwards, ever so gently, so I'm looking right in his eyes, „you wanted me to say... what exactly? That's the reason you came to me when Theo wouldn't leave you alone as well, right? You wanted to be close to me."
I wanted to be close to him? He was the one practically pinning me against the wall right now.
I press my right pointy finger into the bare skin of his chest, pushing him away from me with it. „I've said it to you once, Nikolai, and I'll say it one more time so even you can comprehend it. You're. Not. That. Damn. Important. Not everyone wants to be close to you. Not everyone cares for you attention. Not everyone, and certainly not me!"
And with that I brush past him, not turning around when walking away. I hurry around a corner, until I'm out of his sight.
Only then do I allow myself to slow down.
Only then do I allow myself to breathe.
Only then do I allow myself to touch the part of my jaw where his hand had traced my skin.
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June Lockwood loves to win.
Nikolai Coleman cannot afford to loose.
When the two of them meet at Everlance Academy, the most elite boarding school for competitive athletes in all of England, it's like stars colliding.
It is yet to be discovered whether they will send sparks flying or cause an explosion with irreversible consequences.
(Sophomore)
They stand facing each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The air is thick with tension, their mutual dislike palpable.
Her voice low and venomous. "I hate you."
"The feeling is mutual." He replied with eyes full of hate and anger. They burn with a fierce and intense fury.
But as they glare at each other, something shifts. Their eyes seem to bore deeper, as if searching for something beneath the surface. The anger in their gazes slowly gives way to a spark of attraction.
"Why can't you just disappear?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Because I can't get you out of my head." His voice was equally as soft.
Their eyes hold for a moment longer, the hate and attraction swirling together in a toxic mix.
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Açelya Bennett's life was forever altered when she left her home in Istanbul, fleeing the shadows of her father's financial struggles and the haunting memory of her mother's passing. She crossed continents to find refuge with her uncle and his wife in America, who enrolled her in an elite boarding school.
In this rarefied world of privilege and pretension, Açelya struggled to find her footing. The entitled elite seemed to whisper cruel taunts in the hallways, their eyes piercing her like daggers. But one boy, Léon Richter, stood out - his chiseled features and piercing gaze seemed to bore into her very soul. Their initial encounters were a clash of wills, their words dripping with venom. Yet, as they continued to cross paths, their animosity slowly gave way to a forbidden attraction.
As Açelya navigated this new world, she found herself drawn to Léon in ways she couldn't explain. Despite their differences, they found common ground, and their love blossomed in the unlikeliest of places. With Léon by her side, Açelya finally felt like she belonged, like she had found a true home.
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