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She said and left. She probably didn't want me riding with Tyler. And I can't believe I was trying to set her up with Tyler, even though I like him myself. "Shit!" I whisper-yelled and slammed my hand to my mouth even though I didn't even say it out loud. I like Tyler? Oh god, I think I like Tyler. It makes sense. I enjoy being with him, he makes me happy, I like his smile and his looks. I'm practically with him everyday, he makes me smile, even when I'm mad. I just like him. He's perfect.

But I wouldn't be me if I didn't make him jump through hoops first before giving my consent. "What do you like about her?". I asked. "Everything. She's smart... brilliant actually." He amended. "She's got a big heart even though she doesn't like showing it, I like how strong and brave she is despite everything that has happened to her." He paused. "She... told me about her family." "I see. Go on." "She's my night light. The brightest star in the sky and I want to be a better man for her." He replied.

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around me, her voice breaking with emotion. I caressed her cheek gently. "Don't cry, I'm right here, aren't I?" Her sadness deepened. "However, you're so into her, you'll never make room for me in your life!" I could not suppress a chuckle. "Who says I'm into her? You're the one I really like." Her eyes lit up with hope. "Really?" "Absolutely. Choosing her over someone as amazing as you? That would be insane." She sniffled, her eyes brimming with anticipation. "So, does that mean you're ready to accept me?"

"But I don't like him! I wanted to try and accept marrying him just for our families' mutual gain, but I realize now that I can't do it. You're the one I like. Why aren't you jealous at all? How are you able to remain so calm?" It was because I no longer liked her, of course. This time around, without being tied to her, I was free to roam the world for myself. I realized her love was far too flippant and meaningless. It wasn't worth sacrificing everything for. Eliza continued, "We agreed to attend college in Northcrest together. You can't cast me aside. I won't ever speak rashly out of anger anymore…" Seeing the tears clinging to her eyes, I gently wiped them away and said softly, "Alright."

I had only ever been gentle with the person I loved. It finally dawned on him that he didn't love the fragile, melodramatic Yasmin. He preferred strong, intelligent women—those who, even in the face of adversity, refused to give up and always found a way to save themselves. He liked me. Zayne glanced at Yasmin again, putting all the blame for losing me on her. He snarled and said, "Drop the act. You're terrible at it." The tears Yasmin was about to shed froze in her eyes, and she lowered her head to hide her embarrassment at being exposed.

“It was my thoughts and now you have a different thought about her.” “I think so.” “Keep it up, then. I will call you soon.” “Yes, sir. I will hang up.” I hung up the call and continued walking towards my car. Amelia was really kind and sweet as I said in the call. I don’t know why he had that kind of perspective about her. She even made me blush effortlessly. A girl never did that. This was my first time melting for a girl. She made me feel goose bumps all over my body. Today was an unforgettable day.

I whispered. “That I’m scarred?” “I like everything about you,” I told her. When I pulled back, she was watching me with wide eyes. “Scars or no scars, it doesn’t matter. You are who you are, and I like that person.” “I’ve been rude and disrespectful to you. How can you like me?” she asked, her confusion evident. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, yes, you have been quite the sassy little wolf, but I guess I like that about you. I didn’t expect to, but I do.”

I didn't answer as I made sure to finish the dose of alcohol; it was very much needed and helped me push out the words I've been trying to ponder and deny once I was done. "I think I like her." "Huh?" She stared at me weirdly after my outburst. "Who?" "I..." I couldn't get the name out because this was more than "like," if I'll be honest, but I'd rather keep it at that for now. "Oh..." Her voice brought me out of my reverie before I could complete my sentence. "Her." I raised my eyebrows. "Who?" "Quinn. You like Quinn. The lady with the intimidating look and tattoos..."

I asked her sarcastically. She stares at me for a second before taking another sip of her vodka. "You know what? You're interesting, and I like it," she says, her voice husky and confident. I feel a flutter in my chest, unsure of how to respond. "Interesting?" I repeat, trying to play it cool. "What do you mean?" She leans in closer. "You're not like the other guys I meet. You're not trying to impress me or sell me something. You're just... you." She pauses, studying me with a thoughtful expression. "I like that."

“What was your impression?” I consider my answer. “She likes me.” Surprisingly. “I think I can make her fall in love with me. It won’t be very difficult.” XXX