"So," Jasper asks, completely unfazed by my silence.
"So," I mock, looking into his now deep ocean eyes, and they don't move from mine. He comes closer to me, I can smell his minty breath, as he is now inches away from my face.
I don't dare myself break eye contact, and he is so close that if I move closer, I will end up kissing him, so I stay put, barely blinking and not moving.
His smirk grows, and his hand grazes on my forearm, "Do you still think you won't fold?"
Immediately, I back away, still staring directly into his eyes, "Yes," I whisper.
"Bet me," he challenges, cocking his head to the side.
****
After identifying her parent's killer, and her world came crashing down, she moves states away; to start fresh. She puts on a facade that no one can break, and she knows she can handle her own.
He is still grieving his mother's death, and tries to stay quiet, not wanting anyone see his vulnerability.
Then, they meet; a challenge has been formed, and neither one of them are allowed to fall in love.
Will they be able to fight each other off? Remain somewhat frenemies, or will love find its way back into their hearts?
TW: SA, language, sensitive topics
*STILL WORKING ON*
*first story- editing as we go! be kind.*
"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned.
"I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence.
"Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice.
"I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented.
Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying?
"You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door.
With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second.
"Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat.
...
He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before.
Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart?
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