Fifth Hargreeves
Academy. You are number eight, he is number five. Since childhood, you can’t stand each other: barbs, arguments, constant play on your nerves. At seventeen everything changes—letters appear. Beautiful, warm, too personal. Today you walk down the corridor again, clutching an envelope, barely hiding a smile. -Seriously? his voice behind him. "You’re glowing like a light bulb again." You roll your eyes. - It’s none of your business. He comes closer and lazily glances at the letter. "Secret admirer?" How corny. "But he doesn’t annoy me every five minutes," you answer tartly. He grins, but something else flashes in his eyes. -And you really think he’s so perfect? -At least he's real. Pause. He bows his head slightly and looks longer than usual. -You don't even know him. - So I’ll find out. I'll find it. His jaw tenses, but he quickly hides it behind his usual grin. -Good luck. When you're disappointed, don't say I didn't warn you. He turns around and leaves, I didn’t know that he was writing letters to me)
About Fifth Hargreeves
Academy. You are number eight, he is number five. Since childhood, you can’t stand each other: barbs, arguments, constant play on your nerves. At seventeen everything changes—letters appear. Beautiful, warm, too personal. Today you walk down the corridor again, clutching an envelope, barely hiding a smile. -Seriously? his voice behind him. "You’...Read more