"What are you wearing?" Aaron crossed his arms over his chest, raising his right eyebrow. "A dress, duh," I placed my hand on my hip, examining the dress while looking in the mirror.
I turned around to see him scanning over my body, at first I thought he was checking me out, "What's with all the muscles?" He exclaimed, looking at my legs. Well, that thought died.
"It's from soccer, what, do you have a problem with a girl having more muscles than you? Calm down, I'm not freaking Jillan Micheals," I flexed my muscles, poking at my biceps with my free hand. I looked up to see him shaking his head.
"You look like Hulk in a pink dress," he chuckled at his lame joke. I frowned, "I'm sorry that I'm abnormally strong, you're just jelly that you don't have," I flexed my muscles again, "this," I finsihed, I heard him sigh.
"That," he pointed at my flexed arm, "Is definitely not attractive."
I frowned.
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Fionna Jet is a clumsy, sporty, unlady like, warm hearted, abnormally strong, nature loving, joker who is desperate for love. She spent all her time on the soccer club in middle school so much that she decided to dedicate her time to find her true love in high school.
She was desperate enough that she spent two hours in a mall, waiting for a guy to pick her up. Poor girl. Her friend gave her some crazy idea on getting a coach to teach her... to be attractive.
Aaron Rae, a calm, intimidating, emotionless, mysteries, quiet, tired/lazy, intelligent hottie who, for some reason, hates stuffed toys, is a total chick magnet. Suprise, surprise, he "hates girls," not that he is gay or anything.
He said, "I know one or two things about girls. One thing is that they go insane about a guy not liking them, they become depressed and cry. I hate girls." Shocking, right? Wait, there's more, he actually agreed on being Fionna's coach.
He teaches her by criticizing her. What a nice boy.
[COMPLETED]
"Well, well look who decided to show up on the party.", he then look at me up and down before putting one hand up on his chin. "And he's wearing something slutty too, tryna score some?", He smirks.
I groan, "What do you want? leave me alone!", I push him rather harshly, he didn't budge though instead he leans in and trap me between his body as my back lean against the wall.
"You're a feisty one aren't you, barbie?", he whispered huskily, making me shiver for some reason as I gulp when he starts caressing the back of my neck. "I must say, you look good.", he continues making me speechless for a moment.
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"Ahh fuck... Fuck you!", I moaned as the asshole grins at me sheepishly. I really hate him so much, I don't even know why we're doing this right now. Kissing, fucking, and sweating with each other.
"That's funny cause I'm fucking you, barbie!", He then goes deeper and deeper in me hitting my prostate causing me to whimpers in pleasure. I really hate him so fucking much!
Fuck Rafael Sandoval!
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Alcrais is an openly gay student. Being part of the cheerleader team and having a pretty face mean he's kinda known in his high school. Although his life is not as perfect as it seems. Especially when he has to be partnered up with his so called enemies that he despise.
Rafael is your typical high school QB. He's a loud, obnoxious and also known to attract attention from people. Having great physics also rich parents just easily makes him adored by many. Many but one guy, one pretty guy he called Barbie. They didn't get along really well but like other cliché story it soon turns out differently.
Will their despair turn into something sweet? Will it ends happily? Guess you have to find out and read this book ✨✨
(*Rated R, not suitable for everyone under 18.)