Stephanie Walker, a straight-A student, sweet,pretty, and every parent's dream.
What happens when her simple life clashes with the golden boy on her senior year trip?
Her last year in high school wasn't going to be as simple as she thought.
"Don't let me catch you, cupcake." His voice boomed from downstairs. And I ran looking for where to hide.
I shielded myself behind a pole and tried to calm my nerves.
Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious mind chimed in.
I held my breath as I heard his footsteps.
"Where are you cupcake?" he asked, and I scoffed internally. Like I would tell him where I am.
I waited for a few seconds, and I heard nothing. I felt a hand snake around my waist, and I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"Found you." He whispered into my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine.
"How?" I breathed, turning around to face him. And he smirked, knowing the effect he had on me.
'Get your shits together, fool.' I mentally scolded myself.
"Do you really want a real or sugarcoated explanation?" he asked, and I gave him a pointed look.
"I could smell you a mile away." He whispered, putting a lock of my hair behind my ear, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
This guy is going to be the death of me.
"That is the sugarcoated version." He said, and I blinked a few times.
I glared hard at him. "The pole didn't hide you well. I could see your cardigan peeking out." He said, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Now, time for my revenge." He whispered.
I had a confused look on while he had his infamous smirk on. This can't be good! I felt something trickle down my body. I wiped my face and glared daggers at him.
He didn't just pour flour on me even though I did the same.
Isn't he supposed to be the mature one in this relationship?
Putting on a poker face. "Mature much!" I said and walked away from him, pretending to be angry.
Time for acting!
"Come on babe, you can't ..."
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"What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine.
I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips.
"You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target.
Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared.
I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering.
I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off.
He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face.
"Aubrey."
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Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?