[ALSO KNOWN AS "MATCH MADE IN HELL" ON WEBTOON ORIGINALS]
He's. . . hot, popular, and proud.
She's. . . plain, eccentric, and persistent.
There's nothing common between them except that they hate each other. Not good, right? But why is he determine...
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ღ Finding Cinderella- 17 ღ
-Kylie-
I'd always known that staying within the diameter of Tristan and his underlings' table in the cafeteria was a bad idea. But when I'd passed by, the two objects on their table had automatically captured my attention. Now, all I could feel was the knot in my stomach and the adrenaline rushing through my body.
How did the wig and mask get there? It couldn't be Steven or his assistants, could they? They'd sworn not to tell anyone about the switch. Maybe someone from the drama club had found it? Damn. Whoever the culprit was, I wished they'd trip over a spike.
Tristan's reaction was something I couldn't faithfully describe, but he sure as hell looked like a dog spotting a squirrel. Upon seeing me, he stood up from his seat, his frown growing deeper.
Oh shit.
With my heart slamming against my ribcage, I sprinted away.
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"Seriously, are you and Tristan playing hide and seek or what?" Julianne asked.
She, Lacey, and I were pushing through the mob of students to get to our classes.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I said, playing innocent and trying to regain my focus. I felt like a neurotic mess as I had been keeping an eye on Tristan the whole afternoon. "We always act like a cat and a mouse. It's not a surprise," I added.
She shrugged. "I just feel like there's something weird going on. I don't know."
Lacey tapped my shoulder, and I walked slowly so Julianne wouldn't be able to hear us talking behind her.
"Does he know?" she whispered.
"God, I hope not," I whispered back.
Julianne spun around to glare at us. "He knows what? What are you guys murmuring about?"
Lacey and I shook our heads at once. She frowned.
"No, I heard you guys talking. What is it?"
I swallowed. "Nothing, really. We just... uh..."
"I was just asking Kylie if... if Tristan knows she's going to Imperial College," Lacey blurted out. Then she nodded and smiled almost robotically. "Yeah, that's it."
I mentally made a face-palm. Lacey was such an expert in making lame excuses. No one could blame her, though, since she didn't lie, not for her own reasons, but if I would force her into it, she could still manage to bend the truth a little...
I didn't deserve to be alive. What kind of a role model was I for my sister?
Julianne shook her head. "I hope you two are not keeping anything from me," she said and went ahead of us.
