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It became our love song. I could still remember how amazed Nigel looked when he watched me play the piano. I turned to look at Nigel. He was completely focused on Fiona. The person who amazed him was no longer me. I looked at my hands. They were rough from years of hard work. My heart sank. When the music ended, Fiona came over and handed me a glass of wine. “When I was with Mr. Jefferson, people said I only got to stay because I looked like you. “They thought they were insulting me, but honestly, looking like you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I was only taking note of the bandages that he had around his body which made him look like a fucking mummy. “Bryan. It’s true. I only came to help him. He got shot.” Scarlett tapped my back lightly. Her touch made me calmer. “Please let’s go. I’m okay.” I turned around to look down at her. “You weren’t okay when I got in here. He was all over you, calling you beautiful.” Scarlett sighed. “I’m okay. He was just complimenting me.” “Why are you so mad?” he asked. “Is it a crime to appreciate how beautiful she is?”

Cheryl felt that she was more beautiful than the person with her ex-boyfriend right now. "Don't feel outmatched, Cheryl. Eve is way below you," Cheryl said. Cheryl sat down at the dressing table and began applying a bit of light makeup to her face. Not flashy, the makeup on Cheryl's face looked natural. She looked at her face with a smile. Her choice of lip cream fell on a dusty nude color, combined with a cherry-colored lip tint. Physically, Cheryl is unquestionable. Therefore, Cheryl can be a model that many people recognize. "Okay, done," Cheryl said with a smile.

Not that she needs to do that, her one look of approval is enough for him to get the message across. They spend another few minutes in absolute silence. She offers him one of her airpods as she listens to some music. “I'm not into either metal or breakup songs.” She rolls her eyes at his pathetic attempt at making a joke. At the end, he is the one who lets out an awkward laugh and not her. “You are a diva. It's annoying.” Now it's time to roll his eyes. She isn't done insulting him, she goes on to say, “I don't know why I had a crush on you in the first place.”

"Juliette, I almost feel sorry for you. I used to see you as my rival, you know. I'd ask myself why you got to be so close to Flynn, why you got all that special treatment no one else had, why you got to be his only one. "But looking at you now, you're just as pitiful as I am. Flynn's feelings for you will always stop at friendship. They're never going to go any further than that. Sure, I got rejected, but I don't regret it. At least I tried and put myself out there. I'm not like you—a coward who will never take the first step." With that, she grabbed her bag and strutted out of the stands in her sky-high stilettos without waiting for the game to end.

To the dance floor. To the moment I'd seen another man approach her. To the brief second before Mason interrupted. To the irrational satisfaction I'd felt afterward. I set the glass down harder than intended. The sound echoed softly through the room. I frowned. Then picked it up again. The memory refused to leave. Ava laughing. Ava glaring. Ava refusing to look at me. Ava looking at me. My grip tightened unconsciously. The glass slipped. Time seemed to slow. Then…. Crash.

she said, “everything will work out.” My pulse raced. “Thank you,” I breathed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.” Inside, something dangerous stirred. Odell Johnson, the king of campus and my childhood crush. And now… I was about to walk straight into his world. ……….. I finally settled into the room after everything quieted down.

The dominance and possessiveness in his voice made me grow softer and my crush on him reached a much higher level. I followed him to the refreshments table, where we grabbed a couple of glasses of sparkling punch, after which we made our way to the dance floor, joining the joyful crowd. The music pulsed through the venue as Victor and I moved to the rhythm, our bodies swaying in perfect sync. Laughter and cheers filled the air as I let go, allowing the energy of the party to consume me. I was convinced that the feeling was mutual. My laughter mixed with the music as I danced with newfound friends and old acquaintances, fully embracing the joyful vibe of the celebration. Victor's presence by

Celeste: morning beautiful :) I have been looking at her message over and over again for the past two hours and I fear that it might lose the influence it has on me. I’m grinning like an idiot and my heart tickles while reading it again. And it’s not because she called me beautiful. Celeste just cleared some doubts I had.

What are you doing to me, Tamara? Throughout the ride, I found it so difficult to keep my eyes to myself. And sincerely, I wanted to, I really wanted to take my eyes away; not even after she discovered my eyes were boring holes into her entire body. I noticed she had become uneasy with my longer than usual stares, yet I couldn't get my eyes off her, not when she was lqqooking so beautiful. Her face was make up free, still, she's the most beautiful lady I've ever seen. She was just wearing a simple flowery yellow gown, her silky black long hair were brushed down her shoulder to her back. She's definitely the real definition of a pure beauty.