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The Exception

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He hates everyone. I just happen to be the exception... and the problem.



He's the cold, untouchable boy everyone fears - and I'm the only one he ever talks to.

No one knows why. They whisper about it in the hallways, staring when he walks by and doesn't bother looking at anyone-except me.

He hates everyone.
Teachers, classmates, the cafeteria lady-everyone.

Except me.

Some say I'm brave for not being scared of him. Others think I'm crazy.
Honestly? They're both probably right.

Maybe he talks to me because I once told him his death stare needed work. Or maybe it's because I'm the only one who argues back when he's being impossible.

Now everyone's asking the same question:
Why does the monster only listen to the girl who teases him?

And if I'm being honest...
I'm not sure if I've tamed him-
or if I've just become his favorite person to ruin the world for.



Tropes: grumpy x sunshine · sarcastic banter · protective love · misunderstood bad boy




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No part of this work may be copied, shared, or translated without the author's written permission. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, events, or situations is purely coincidental.All Rights Reserved

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The Girl No One Chose

I gave him everything. My heart. My body. My secrets. He gave me silence-and loved someone else. I was just the distraction. The warm body. The easy f*ck. Not the girl he showed off. Not the one he kissed in public. Not the one he chose. Now I'm done waiting. Done begging to be seen. Because the girl no one chose... She's about to become the girl no one forgets.