Rival hearts

Rival hearts

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"I think you're hearing things Jessica, you should get that checked out. We already know you're not the brightest, who knows what more we will find out that is wrong with you." "So many words were said, zero points were made." A smirk played on his face. "I think I made those points on the test today." "Well, good for you. You need them." - Jeremiah Johnson and Jessica Jones are two seniors that will do everything to beat each other when it comes to academic achievements. When their friend groups somehow become closer, there's nothing they can do to avoid each other. Eventually they realize that their friend groups aren't the only things becoming closer.. - HIGHEST RANKING #1 FRIENDFICTION
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enemies. "Did I not warn you about staying away from me today?" he says as he looks at my eyes. Deeply. My brain stops for a second. His hand is closed around my neck, his face is dangerously close to mine. And I'm breathing heavily. He sees whatever's wrong with me, and stays still for a second, a small smirk forming in his lips. Then, his eyes find my lips. What the hell is happening? My heartbeat fastens as I hold my breath. And his eyes find mine, again. He slowly leans in. His mouth traces my jawline and face. It doesn't touch me, but he's too close I feel his breath. I don't even realize that his hand has released my throat, and I could freely go if I wanted to. But I'm feeling way too many things at the same time. Why aren't you running, Jess? I then feel his lips on my jawline for a second; and I find my hands tugging into his hair, as I breathe a bit too heavily. He then lifts up his face, lips next to my ear. "So. Fucking. Easy." he mutters. © All the characters and the story is owned by me! Thank you.

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