"I had enough of your bullshit Elijah" I glared at him
"he had the audacity to touch what's not his" he glared at me
"I'm not yours"i yelled at Elijah
mia black a 17 years old sassy, clumsy, sarcastic and shorty girl who hated a boy named Elijah
Eli...
YOU ARE GOING TO SEE ALOT OF OTHER CHARACTERS STORIES JUST LIKE IN HIS ANGEL AND BECAUSE THERE'S NO TEA IN MIA'S STORY YOU ARE GOING TO GO THOUGHT ANOTHER SHIP
«𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜»~ 𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗
Chapter 26 “Harry Potter?”
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᪥Ace's pov᪥
Adam is so fun to hang out with, we went out a couple of times but now you kind of stopped because, I'm busy with the project with Oliver, and he is busy with his own business.
"Hey are you okay?" Oliver snapped his fingers in front of my face to bring back my attention to him.
"Yeah I am just thinking" I looked at Oliver and smiled.
I still like him, I don't even know how I started to like him, but he is really cute, always makes me laugh and a great person.
'Sad he isn't gay' 'we don't judge people'
We were doing our project in the school's library when a girl passed by us holding a book and reading, Oliver looked at her immediately and smiled a faint smile, with adoration in his eyes.
Even if I like guys, I still know a beauty when I see it. and I saw it on her, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her healthy light brown hair falls on her shoulder, a smile always on her flawless face. I might even turn bi for her, but I knew I can't. I already like a boy who doesn't even look at me.
"Hey, are you okay?" it's my turn to snap my fingers in front of his face to get his attention back.
"I'm a-alright" he looked at the girl one more time and immediately looked at his book not even casting a look at me.
'He likes her'
I still remember that day it was the third of December
The day Oliver gave me his sweater when I got cold.
(A/N LATE MERRY CHRISTMAS)
'Why did he give me his sweater'
FLASHBACK
"It's pretty good" Oliver said as he wrote his last sentence in the first part of the project.
"Thank you, yours is pretty good too" I shivered a little because of the cold.
"You seem cold here to take my sweater" Oliver gave me his sweater and continued to do the project.
"Oh no no I just felt cold for a second it nothing here take it" I pushed the sweater to him as he shook his head.
"It looked better on you than it did on me"
"Thank you but I really have to go to my home because my mom will kill me" I said as got up and packed my stuff.
