" In which I get my heart broken by the player "
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Blake Harper doesn't do love. He's rude, quiet, brooding, and prefers to be alone. Like all bad boys, he's untamable and unclaimed, but he isn't sure what to do when the girl he sets his eyes on...
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Ignoring Blake is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Not that he makes the effort to approach a conversation, sadly, but when I would sneak glances his way he would catch me right in the act, as well as Avalon.
It frustrates me that I can't like a boy because of his shitty reputation. Maybe, if I offer more kindness to him he'd realize I'm not here to play the strings to his heart.
" Miss Diaz! "
I jerk and blush in embarrassment when the class snickers.
" Yes, sir? "
" I want to have a word with you after class. "
I frown, panic setting in. Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? Was I drooling? I wipe my mouth and sigh, relieved to discover no trace of saliva.
" Yes, sir. "
He nods and returns to the class. My eyes land on Blake when I feel a tug toward his direction and surprisingly, I find him staring straight at me. My heart skips a beat, looking away with my face on fire. God, does he think I'm an idiot now? This feels a lot like high school.
Ever since, I noticed Blake had taken a class with me, I was determined to find out the reason. Unfortunately, my hopeless heart wasn't satisfied when I discovered his teacher was on vacation. What else could I expect honestly? Did he change classes for little old me? I shake my head at myself, humored.
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My heart is racing when I walk over to Mister Thompson, mind everywhere but here and hands fidgeting with the hem of my jacket.
