who is he?

who is he?

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I woke up on a Sunday morning. as usual I woke up around 12.45 and checked my notifications on my phone to see if anyone has texted me. I needed to open some snaps and some bullshit notifications on whatsapp, but one notification caught my eye that I got thru instagram. Usually i don't get any notifications on instagram from friends or anything. It was from someone anonymous that said "sup Claire how you doing I heard some girls wanted to jump you tomorrow After school I overheard them." My jaw dropped the anonymous text was sended yesterday at 2.03 a.m. I didn't know what to do was this person playing jokes on me or SMTH? I decided to reply and ask who this person is and If there are playing a sick joke on me and who wanted to jump me. I mean at school I was a quite kid with only 2 friends that probably talked shit about me after we hang out, but I didn't do anyone no harm I didn't understand why someone would want to jump me. But why did I care so much the first thing I got send it by someone anonymous and it's probably a joke from that one group that always picks on me for no reason. I mean the anonymous person knew my name not alot of people know my name I don't really talk to anyone And like half of the school probably doesn't even know I go there. I puted my phone down and decided to get ready for the day so I could get some Starbucks to clear my head, I never got a message like this in my life and never expected one. As I got up from my bed and got to the bathroom I brushed my theeth and flossed them. I took a quick shower and puted on some skinny ripped jeans with a white crop top baby pink, white air forces and just puted my hair behind my ear. I ran quick down stairs to greet my mom that was sitting down stairs on the couch watching the tv. She was watching jumanij with a cup of coffee, when I came down she smiled and asked me if I Wanted anything to eat but I told her no and that I'm going to Starbucks if she wants anything?
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An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. When their worlds collide, sparks fly-and nothing will ever be the same. When Enid Jones-straight-A student and the perfect Islamic daughter-earns a scholarship to the prestigious Montrose Academy, she believes her life is finally falling into place. Her plan is simple: keep her head down, ace her classes, secure a scholarship to Yale, work a side job, and one day gain full custody of her younger sister from their abusive father. But trouble has other plans for Enid... and its name is Olivia Grayson. Carefree, rebellious, and notorious for breaking hearts, Olivia is Montrose Academy's golden girl. With her comes the infamous Golden Four, and a whirlwind of chaos Enid wants no part of. At least, that's what she tells herself. Because Olivia isn't just interested in Enid-she's made it her mission to strip away the saintly image everyone sees and uncover the fire hidden beneath. But what if it's Olivia's carefully crafted "bad girl" façade that begins to crumble first... all because of a certain brunette who was never supposed to matter? ๑ "After what you and your stupid friends did to me, isn't it enough? Do you really have to rub it in my face?" I snapped, my voice shaking with fury. Olivia just smirked, stepping closer until her warm minty breath fanned against my lips. My pulse went wild, betraying me. "I'm only just getting started, angel," she whispered in that husky voice of hers. "And I'll stop... the moment I hear you moan my name." ๑ An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. Can love survive when it's least expected-or will it destroy them both?

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