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Un·as·sail·a·ble
Adjetive: unable to be attacked, questioned, or defeated.
If I could categorize our relationship in one word, it'd be un·as·sail·a·ble. Of course due to the irony of the meaning itself. We were some...
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Five years later.
"Fucking hell." Travis' voice obnoxiously filled my ears. "Stop studying, you're stressing me out."
"Stop talking, you're not letting me study." I pushed my head up briefly, only to meet his almost-black orbs with a threatening look before going back to my book.
"I think you already know everything there is to know, you damned genius." He abruptly took the book with his hands and closed it shortly after.
"Hey!" I said as soon as the book left my lap, standing up and trying to reach out for the book in Trav's hands, failing miserably. The guy was a skyscraper. "Give me the book back!" I said with a jump. "I do not know everything, that's impossible. I could hardly know enough."
"Oh, don't be so modest." He mocked me.
"Leave the girl alone, Travis." Harry's harsh voice came from the other side of the living room. His fake authority snapping both of our attention for a split second. "She's just nervous, right goofball?"
I turned around, feeling the heat rising up my cheeks. Harry's face morphed into a smirk, completely amused by my current act. I raised one hand and gave him the finger in response.
"Ouch, muffin, don't be so rude now."
"Quit it with the pet names, Sanders. I'll cut your dick off." I spit out as he made a laugh out of my super serious statement.
