Stickers and Scribbles

Stickers and Scribbles

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# Summary + Prologue There's a certain form of hatred in my heart that can only ever be true for Marian Castillo. It was the type of hatred that reared it's head every time she was in the same place as me, that blurred into uncaring but lingering afterthoughts when she was not. It was always a persisting fire that I have fed for five years since I have met her, and a fire I have been trying to douse since for two after that. But that ever present fire has never been as fierce as it was when I first saw our names in the same table, same chart, same paper. I did not like what it meant. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Rose wants nothing more than to beat Marian in academics since she first heard of her. Marian doesn't care as long as it means Rose will keep looking at her.
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"So what's your type?" "What do you mean?" I pause, looking up from my book to meet the eyes of my dear friend. "Type of what?" She shakes her head with a chuckle. Her head then jerks to her boyfriend, busy trying to figure out a solution in his work. "What type of guy do you like?" "I don't really have one." I reply. "Come on, there must be something a guy does that catches your attention." My eyes casually glance around the courtyard, trying to figure out a quick response to her question. But then I hear a voice speak just to the right of us, Professor Abel happily talking to Mr. Levine. "Well?" "Older." I mumble. "Someone older." "Just older?" His deep grey eyes soften slightly in the sunlight. "Someone... colder too." "So you want someone as bad as Professor Abel?" My friend jokes poking my side with her fingers. I snap my head back to her, surprised at her question. To brush off the embarrassment I shrug my shoulders, faking a smile but my heart is pounding furiously. "Haha, very funny." It's as if our conversation has been leaked when my eyes rest back on the tall individual. The grey swirls are staring right back at me, his colleague oblivious of his wandering eyes. His expression is stern but in the light it seems as though his lips are curled up, making my stomach do a flip. "My type." I whisper with a small smile. - When her enemy of a teacher becomes something more than just a person she hates - Completely fictional! 🤗 Please vote~ #3 - high (3/10/2024) #1 - student (7/10/2024) #1 - enemies (1/11/2024) #5 - hate (18/11/2024) #1 - lovers (23/11/2024) #12 - heartache (04/01/2025) #4 - teacher (02/03/2025) #3 - teenfiction (14/03/2025) #5 - war (31/03/2025) #1 - high (02/06/2025) #6 - heartache (4/06/2025) #2 - school (21/07/2025 #2 - hate (27/09/2025) #2 - enemies (23/10/25)

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