That inopportune moment

That inopportune moment

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"I know what you're thinking." He said. -"is that so?" I asked him, as a smirk made its way. "I know you're thinking this is going to be a perfect story about a perfectly handsome high school bad boy and a perfectly shy wallflower girl who fell in love and lived happily ever after." his coarse voice said, as he lit up his cigar and looked out of the window at the setting sun as the slow and warm autumn winds rustled a few papers kept on the desk. "But isn't that how first love is supposed to be, sir?" I asked as I furrowed my eyes. Rumi told me this is going to be the best love story I've ever lend my ears to. What is he saying? I think I heard him chuckle, as he said "No, honey, not to her. Love was...love is..." he suddenly turned his head and looked straight at me "Where from?" Little surprised from the sudden shift of words, I replied "Beginning?" ---------- Hi, I'm Sasha, I'm the chief editor of 'Lost in Love' magazine. And Rumi told me this would be the love story I try to find in every face of this city. Are you going to listen too? Oh you can, I don't mind. Come, sit fast, I think he is going to start. He is smiling at no one in general. That's where we start, right?
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"Hold on your bow tie..." I trailed of as I stepped closer to him, and he straightened so that I could do whatever it is I wanted to, as he looked at me in confusion. I adjusted the bow tie, so that it looked perfect. After a few seconds I looked up at him, and right then and there I knew that that was a mistake. Liam's eyes were looking at me intently, and I couldn't seem to look away, as my hands trailed down stopping as it reached his chest. "Your bow tie was tilted to the right." I said in a whisper, as he looked down at my lips as those words came out of my mouth. "Thank you." He said back, his voice had gone an octave lower as he said those two words. His eyes looked back to my eyes as my eyes looked down to his lips as he said that. He started to lean down as my eyes widened at what he was doing, but I didn't move away... ****** I hate him and he hates me. It's as simple as it sounds. No complications of any kind. I have always thought of him as someone that was sent to make my life completely and utterly impossible. We've hated each other since we where in freshman year, and nothing is going to change that. But then our teacher decides to take our class to France... How are we going to survive being in France together, without killing each other?

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