She hated him. He hated her. And that was alright in their world until one night. Everything changed then, conversations exchanged between drags of a shared cigarette having developed a mutual respect between enemies.
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Slowburn enemies to frie...
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"𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹."
"𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒."
≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡ AN: I'm not a huge Taylor Swift fan so I didn't know this song existed until I heard it in an edit and ?? I'm in love?? It's so beautiful?? Anyways ya'll are gonna hate me for this. What's a good love story without someone getting in the way? I'm sorry in advance <3 ≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡
I smack my lips, cherry chapstick and pink lipgloss mixing. I tug at the edge of my black plaid skirt nervously. Dustin lays sprawled out on my bed, belly pressed against my forest green comforter. His two hands prop his head up and he watches me intently.
"What kind of guy doesn't tell you where you're going?" He huffs.
I furrow my brows and look at his reflection in my vanity mirror. "Most of them, actually,"
"What if he kidnaps you?" he adds.
"Mom's met him, she can give the police his description," I respond nonchalantly, touching up my eyeliner.
"W-well, what if he's a bad kisser?"
"I've kissed him before."
"You WHAT?"
"We knew each other in California,"
"And you don't find it suspicious that he happened to be in the same town as you?"
"It's not that simple Dustin,"
"I'm sure it isn't." he says brattily.
"Dustin!" I snap around to face him. "It's fine! Seriously, what is your issue?"
Dead silence. It's petrifying and unusual for Dustin to be completely still. Suddenly, he stands up.
"Whatever Y/N. Have fun on your date." he stomps out of the room, across the hall and slams his bedroom door closed behind him.
A honk has me glued to my bedroom window. Where a maroon BMW once parked is now a black Cadillac, purring lowly in the summer night. A pit in my stomach makes me feel empty, anxiety rising as I feel more of my insides being swallowed.
I push myself off the windowsill and grab my leather jacket from my bed, slipping it on as I walk down the hall.
Mom is snuggling on the couch with the precious tiny Siamese kitten she adopted. Tews, she named him. He's an adorable little guy, a loud one at that. He'll talk your head off all day if you let him.
