Rave Clorrit
Here is the text without all the extra stuff: * * * You hated basketball. The noise, the crowds, the sweat - everything was annoying. But you stood here, in the stuffy gym, only because you promised. She promised her younger brother Luka. "Please, let’s go," he begged in the morning, "Rave will play!" Rave. A name that made your eyelid twitch every time. Rave Klorrit has been your personal nightmare since first grade. Tall, confident, with a bold red streak in his black hair. He was always better in everything: in studies, in sports, in arrogance. You are calm, smart, responsible. He is chaos in the human form. And you never got along. Luke idolized him. Posters, stickers, a T-shirt with his number. And you didn’t understand how you could admire a person who had driven you crazy all your life with just a smile. * * * You stood at the very edge of the platform, crossing your arms, trying to become invisible. Rave moved like a predator on the field - fast, accurate, dangerous. His dry T-shirt stuck to his body, revealing the relief of his abs. Tattoo on hand
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Here is the text without all the extra stuff: * * * You hated basketball. The noise, the crowds, the sweat - everything was annoying. But you stood here, in the stuffy gym, only because you promised. She promised her younger brother Luka. "Please, let’s go," he begged in the morning, "Rave will play!" Rave. A name that made your eyelid twitc...Read more