Self Absorbed - H.S

Self Absorbed - H.S

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- - - - - - - Preview "Are you going to keep staring or you wanna talk?" He asks as he lets out a deep chuckle. He's mocking me isn't he. He's mocking me and he's making it look so hot. "Uh no... I am not gonna just stare at you, I'm gonna slowly walk away..." I say as I look to my side while holding my breath and hoping that there's a clear path for me to make a dash towards anywhere. Nope. People are here surrounding us now. "You're funny, but you don't have anywhere to run, do you?" His condescending tone was poking at me as he looked down at me. "Yea- I guess you're right I do have nowhere to run." My fingers fiddled with the fabric of my black dress, what now? Anxiously biting on my bottom lip trying to decide whether to make some small talk or just simple yell is that is that Asap Rocky and run like no tomorrow. "You're doing it again, Bambi." "Yea I'm doing it again aren't I." I run a hand through my hair and let out an awkward laugh. Wait Bambi? - - - - - - - started:07/17/2024
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W.G I walked toward the girls' bathroom, trying to ignore the weight of my bag and the ache in my shoulders. That's when I saw him. Him. He wasn't smiling. Not that it would've mattered. He leaned against the wall, effortless and impossible to ignore. Another girl was in front of him, talking too much, laughing too loud, desperate for his attention. He nodded at her words, listening without a hint of amusement-cold, calculated. Then his eyes landed on me. Green, sharp, dangerous. He smirked. Just a little, but enough. Enough to make the blood in my veins run colder. The kind of smirk that promised he saw everything-everything I was thinking, everything I was hiding. I stiffened. Fingers tightening around my bag strap. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to acknowledge him. But he had already claimed the moment, made his presence known, and the corner of his mouth that lifted into that smirk said one thing clearly: he knew. And he was enjoying it.

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