Mary Elizabeth Perks Of Being A Wallflower 소설 & 이야기

“Yeah … right. She doesn’t date, she doesn’t mingle and she’s oddly scary but doesn’t care. Trust me when I tell you that many guys have tried and all of them have failed.” Kelley glanced at Mason. “Like you?” “Nah, she’s not my type, I prefer them a little less bitchy.” Kelley smiled at Mason’s words and the girl stopped walking and stood looking at Kelley. She looked annoyed and Kelley stared at her. Her eyes raked up and down his body before she continued walking away. “Who is she?” “Juliana Garcia.” Lee and Marella joined them and they headed inside to their lockers. People whispered about Marella just like they had with Kelley but Lee’s glares quickly quieted them down. She looked nervo

Feeling a little awkward, Elizabeth went into the bathroom to put on the dress. When she stepped out, her beauty seemed to shine effortlessly. Her fair skin blended perfectly with the elegant maroon shade. She looked so young—almost like a high school girl. “Miss Elizabeth, you look so lovely. You seem more like a university student… or perhaps still in high school,” Aunt Eli said with an admiring smile. Elizabeth chuckled softly. “Unfortunately, I only finished high school, Auntie.” “Wear this, Miss,” Aunt Eli said, handing her a maroon headband with floral patterns.

But she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. We entered the main hall and some turned to look at us, giving curious glances. I noticed Lia squirming slightly beside me at the attention we received. I highly expected it. Most of the folks around here are looking forward to seeing me and Zara being together since the news already spread I’ll be Marshall Adam’s daughter’s date tonight. So seeing me with another girl might be a surprise to them. But little did they know this petite woman with me had already captured my heart I tightened my grip on her wrist making her wince slightly and walked forward, ignoring their gazes. I really want to yell at them to mind their own fucking business, bu

Really, Eva never let anything get in the way of what she’d decided she wanted, not even shyness. Flora remained where she was, sipping her cocktails and watching the people around her entice each other. Much to her surprise, she was enjoying herself immensely. It may not have looked like much to the outside eye, but Flora had hardly ever gone beyond the walls of her home during the course of her marriage except to work events that Henry wanted to parade her around as his beautiful trophy wife that was in love with him so even this small sliver of outside life was exciting to her.

"Maya Lin. Elena Vance. An absolute A-plus." A quiet murmur rippled through the classroom. Maya smiled, leaning back in her plastic seat, while Elena sat beside her, her posture perfectly rigid but her hazel eyes gleaming with a rare, quiet amusement. As class let out, the walk across the campus quad was exactly like it had been weeks ago—and yet completely transformed. The whispers still followed them like wildfire. The students near the university fountain still nudged each other, and a group of female students on the student union patio still watched with heavy, undeniable jealousy. Elena Vance was still the most breathtaking, untouchable enigma on campus. She still didn't go to parties,

Zoe gasped, covering her mouth in shock, her eyes darting from the polished floor to the towering flower arrangements lining the walls. She turned to face her mother fully now, her whole body practically vibrating with excitement, her fingers tightening around the strap of her small clutch bag. "Once I marry into the Winchesters, all of this will be mine." Her eyes remained wide, fixed on Marian, as though saying the words aloud might make them more real, might carve them permanently into the night ahead. "Yes!" Marian gasped, nodding at her daughter, her hands pressed together in front of her chest like a woman receiving communion.

Kamon's POV "How about the garden behind the arts building?" I suggested as we left the library together, our books packed away. "It's usually quiet this time of day." "Perfect," Ming said, though I could see the nervous energy building in her again now that we were actually heading toward our first real kiss. I couldn't stop glancing at her as we walked across campus. She was half-vampire. The girl I'd been falling for was literally a supernatural being, and somehow that just made her more... Ming. All her quirks and strange reactions finally made perfect sense.

Thoughts spun endlessly through her mind. She remembered every detail about Aero. The cold, sharp eyes. The presence that seemed to pull everything around him into orbit. The precise movements of his hands and shoulders. How can someone seem so controlled without ever losing composure for even a second? Her phone vibrated. It was her roommate, Mina, who had lived with her for years. “So?” Mina’s teasing voice echoed through the speaker. “How was your first day with Mr. Perfection?” Elara laughed dryly and sank deeper into the chair.

I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face in my hands. I usually avoided this restroom not because it was dirty, but because the shared nature of it didn't sit right with me. Now, however, it was my only refuge. The intellectual Mia Perez the woman who commanded boardrooms full of aging lions had vanished. In her place was a terrified nineteen-year-old caught in a crossfire she didn't understand.

Before Elizabeth went down, Martha said in a low, dry voice, laced with contempt: “Don’t think these flowers or this charade will change anything.” Elizabeth felt her face flush, but she stood her ground. She took a deep breath, lifted her chin gently, and replied calmly: “It’s not a charade, Mrs. Sinclair. I care about Mr. Oliver. And nothing you say will change that.” For a second, Martha seemed surprised by her courage, but she soon turned her face away indifferently and went back to her room without saying another word. Elizabeth went downstairs with a tightness in her chest. Perhaps she couldn’t change what they thought of her, but she wouldn’t let Martha’s cruelty steal her kindness.