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They warned me about her.
The bully. The war freak. The girl who could turn a hallway into a battlefield with just one glare. Everyone stayed out of her way - everyone except me.
Maybe I should've listened, but something about her chaos pulled me in. The way she laughed after every fight, the spark in her eyes that dared the world to challenge her. She was trouble, and I knew it.
But somehow... trouble never looked this good.
It started on a Monday - the kind of day that already felt cursed. I was running late, books falling out of my arms, when she crashed right into me. My papers went flying, and so did her temper. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, glaring down at me like she owned the place. I should've been scared. Everyone else would've been.
But instead, I just stared... because somehow, even angry, she was mesmerizing.