Echelon

Echelon

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Romance
Bilionários e CEOs
Enemies to Lovers
Ensino Médio
She's the stubborn scholarship student, and he's the cold, distant, bad-tempered chaebol heir who doesn't want anything to do with her-and neither does she. But they're forced to spend the rest of their senior year together. *** He thinks she's stuck up, snobbish and uptight. She needs to loosen up a little and enjoy her last year of high school, not spend it in the library. She's bossy and he hates it; he also hates the feelings he gets when he's around her. *** She thinks he's arrogant, rude and dismissive. It's like the glare is permanently on his face but nobody understands what he's going through. She wants to show him that she's not inferior. She wants to prove that she's something and not the trash his family say she is. But most of all, she wants to wipe the smug smirk that's ALWAYS on his lips; and also kiss it. They're complete opposites-but it's always the opposite sides of a magnet that attract. *** "You really think any of this is easy? I'm here working my brains out and all you do is relax! This is supposed to be a group project." I glare at him. He smirks at me like I didn't say anything. That just makes me more irritated than annoyed and I finally lose it. "Aren't you going to say something? because if you don't help, I'm going to submit our project in MY name without a trace of YOURS!" If the library were still full, I am sure that I would've gotten dirty looks for yelling but we are the only ones here. I stop fuming and try to take simple breaths. He leans closer to me till we are eye level. I take a step back and hit the shelf behind me. I think he wants to share something reasonable and wait. With him, I should've known better. "Why did you stop? Go on. Or should I keep those pretty lips busy for you?" I can feel the blood rush to my face from my neck. "Stop talking nonsense." I mumble as I fail miserably to push him back. *** #Hefellharder
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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