Perfect
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Romance
"So what's your story?" I ask Sean, putting my drink down. He sighs and fiddles with his drink in his hands, "You don't want to know that," he says looking away from me and squinting at the sun beating against his face. "I just asked so I do want to know," I counteract. He mischievously looks at me, "Why don't you tell me your story first?" He smirks. "There's not much to say," I look out at the waves crashing against the sand and the light breeze hitting my cheeks, "I've lived in Fayettville my whole life. Never really left the state." "So this is your first time out of the country?" He asked in a shocked tone. "Yep," I pop the 'p'. He giggles, "And how's that working out for you?" I slowly turn my head to look into his sea blue eyes and a smile grows on my lips, "It's going great." He leans forward in his chair, "And why's that?" He asks like he doesn't already know.
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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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