Hidden Feelings

Hidden Feelings

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It's the day of enrollment, I look at the other students who's waiting there turn to be enrolled. I saw a guy sitting, and my eyes sparkled when I saw him. Ahhhh! that guy is so adorable! Charming, Elegant, Tall, Handsome and I think he is approachable. I bit my lip as he looked over to me. My face blushed! Then a guy called him. I had a crush on him! Few weeks later, the class started. I'm so excited because this is my first time at college. When I enter the room 143 , they are all busy about getting to know each other because this is time first day of class. I look around, hoping that he will be my classmate, but I didn't saw him. The class starts. "Hello everyone I'm Dr Rebecca Cajarte and I would be your instructor in English10..." The instructor continue talking.
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Book #4 in the "Bloodlines & Ashes" series (Can be read as a standalone) I had a plan: Go to college, have lots of sex, and eventually become a doctor. Simple, right? Yeah, well, that was the idea until a family secret came out and flipped my whole world upside down. Fast forward to an accident and a kidney transplant later; I'm left wondering who the hell I even am anymore. That's when she came tumbling into my life. A red-haired stranger on the hospital rooftop, barging into my existential crisis, dragging me-literally-away from the edge. (For the record, I wasn't going to jump. Probably.) She's beautiful, fiery, and...insanely frustrating. She refused to tell me her name, declared my parents must be gay, and walked away like she didn't just turn my entire world upside down. Sounds like the start of a great love story, doesn't it? Here's the problem: she doesn't think so. She's immune to my charm, dismisses me as some campus jock, and seems entirely uninterested in giving me the time of day. Naturally, her rejection only makes me more determined to prove her wrong. Enter the deal: tutoring sessions, gingerbread lattes, and endless chances to show her that I'm more than just a guy with good hair and charm. Her story? I need to know it.
 Her trust? I'll earn it. But the closer I get, the more I realize I'm in way over my head. Because, like they say, too much ginger can give you heartburn-and my heart? It's already hanging by a thread.

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