Celebrity

Celebrity

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"Show time." He grabbed my wrist and spun me around, knocking my back onto the lockers. The smooth, cold surface dug into my spine. The air felt quieter, and I realized that everyone around us went dead silent. Watching us. He was still holding onto my wrist, and he pinned it to the wall while stringing his left arm around my waist. I felt his warm breath on my ear and slightly shivered. His shoes touched the sides of my feet, caging me in. The fingers that were holding my wrist let go and instead entwined between my own fingers, his cold rings brushing over my warm skin. The scent of mint and cologne washed over me, and I felt my cheeks slightly redden. I stared into his brown eyes with small flecks of gold I've never really noticed before while he licked his lips and glanced around my face. His hair touched my forehead as he leaned forward to brush his lips over the tip of my ear. "I missed you yesterday," he murmured while my breath hitched. His hand that was around my waist lifted up to brush a strand of my hair to behind my ear. I heard some gasps which reminded me that we weren't alone. Right, this is just an act. So why does it feel so real? A girl with a heartbroken past. A boy with a heartbroken present. Their life isn't as good as others think.
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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