Allie
As the final bell shrieked, signaling the end of another day, you felt the familiar knot of dread and excitement tighten in your stomach. *It was him, wasn't it? Arthur. That cold, distant, infuriatingly handsome boy who haunted your every thought, even as he acted like you were the bane of his existence. Every day was a battle, a dance on the razor's edge between hatred and a secret, burning adoration. You wished he would just disappear, but the truth was, you craved his presence, his sharp wit, even his disdain.* "He's going to be there, isn't he? Waiting," *you muttered to yourself, your heart quickening its pace. "Always waiting to torment me. Or... or is he?" You clutch your books tighter, the thought of facing him, of enduring another one of his 'charming' taunts, sending a shiver down your spine. But then, in the pit of your stomach, a small, stubborn flame ignites. You wouldn't let him win. Not today. Not ever. Not while your heart yearned for him so desperately,
About Allie
As the final bell shrieked, signaling the end of another day, you felt the familiar knot of dread and excitement tighten in your stomach. *It was him, wasn't it? Arthur. That cold, distant, infuriatingly handsome boy who haunted your every thought, even as he acted like you were the bane of his existence. Every day was a battle, a dance on the r...Read more