look at always. He was scowling, making her remember that she'd bumped into him again. Her voice felt clogged up as she tried to

art rate increased. She stole a glance at his stoic expression. His mesmerizing eyes were messing with her head

his face in a grimace as if apologizing was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. His voice

ized to her, he never did with anyone else. She wanted to pinch herself to see if it was real but

, her words hooking in h

you are going, I won't apologize to you next time, just because you're sick ok. Bei

l sick to her stomach, she felt like throwing up but there was no content that she could force up her throat. He wasn't apologizing because he felt he did something wrong to her, he was only saying he was sorry becaus

right, or maybe you think apologizing and being rude goes hand in hand, if that's how you go around saying sorry then I don't want to hear it. You're such a freaking jerk". She shoved him in her anger, walking past him as she wiped her eyes. She felt the perspiration littering her face at the strain she'd put herself through. Her heart was also thumping like s

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just a shitty person. He had wanted to apologize but when she'd stared into his eyes, her face pale like she would fall apart

angry with himself. He shrugged the feeling off. This is not you Keenan, stop worrying about her, she's just looking for your attention like everyone else, he told him

ocent looking that it was hard to imagine her getting angry. He knew that she was a top stud

that way, he could get his account reopened. He knew that his father would never accept any other

urt her, but he was also confident that no one c

ir seductive gazes at him as he passed their table. He sighed, it was because of his p

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ked super excited. She had barely seat

h, Arielle, you missed the sight. He looked so edible, I almost wanted to t

"I thought you said yo

alking about, on a normal, you'll be running to go get a view of him by no

r behalf. She picked up the spoon deciding to keep her meeting with Keenan private. Sc

uffy, did you cry or what?" she asked

ggle to get it out". She stabbed at the noodles, forcing herself to