23 : Main Character Always Hates The Bad Boy At First

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*clears throat loudly*

" I hated him. His jacket. His motorcycle. That smile that made girl's knees go weak. His shiny, golden hair. His pink lips. His green eyes that reminded me of a forest. He smirked at me as he passed by. The kind of smirk that made you want to punch the person till they saw stars. I clenched my fists to prevent myself from doing such a thing "

Me : When the cringe is too strong.

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