Phony: His One-sided Rivalry

Phony: His One-sided Rivalry

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Just your everyday, highschool (love?)/slice of life story about a troubled girl who wears a mask whenever she's outside, a poor little rich boy who sees right through it, their crazy circle of friends and the series of uncomfortable events (often caused by said friends) that binds them together. Welcome to Phony: His One-sided Rivalry. A story of a girl and a boy who have hated each other since they met. But when fate lets them glimpse into each other's lives for just a minute, they realize that they are more alike than they thought. Meaning they hate themselves just as much as they hate each other. What an inconvenient place to start a love story, right? Welcome to Amara and Bauer's world. The world of phonies. (Told from each other's point of view)
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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