Our Spring Was a Secret

Our Spring Was a Secret

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She's a quiet scholarship student who avoids trouble, 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 (his poker face is way hotter btw). 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 whisper-yelled at him. He smirked at me like I didn't say anything. That just made me more irritated than annoyed and I finally lost 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 was still full, I was sure that I would've gotten dirty looks for yelling but we were the only ones there. I stopped fuming and tried to take simple breaths. He leaned closer to me till we were eye level I took a step back, making my back hit against the shelf behind me. I thought he wanted to share something reasonable. With him, I should've known better. "Why did you stop? Go on. Or should I keep those pretty lips busy for ya?" I could feel the blood rush to my face from my neck. "Stop talking nonsense." I mumbled as I failed miserably to push him back. *** #Hefellharder
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Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

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