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She hated him. She hated him with each and every fibre of her body. She blamed herself for not checking the number while calling her best friend. Because if it wouldn't be for that one stupid digit, then she would still be living her life peacefully without any guy problems.

' I am gonna kill that bastard.' She thought as she walked downstairs in her high heels.

"Stupid boys, stupid heels, stupid everything!" She muttered under her breath and opened the front door furiously. As expected, there was a shining black Mercedes parked in her driveway and she cursed in her head.

"Show off."

While she was busy planning his murder in her brain, he was busy ogling at her beauty. She had those amazing brown wavy hair that reached a little below her shoulders. Her brown eyes were shining brightly in the dim moonlight and her body showing each and every curve in all the perfect places in that red dress.

She was wearing—slash that, she was forced to wear a dress which only reached her thighs.

' Atleast it has sleeves.' She thought.

"Can we stay in your room instead of going on a date?"


"Yeah, no."

"You look hot in that dress."


"And you look like a bafoon in that t-shirt."

"You know in what you will look hotter?"


"What?"

"Outside of the clothes."


"Fuck off!"


He smiled looking at her getting so worked over small things, but he didn't miss the blush that formed on her lips when he made that innuendo. His heart melted when she took his hand and sat inside the car. All those fireworks and sparkles which he thought were fake, he felt them.

Taking a last breath, he sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. He had decided to get to know her on their very first date. For that, he had decorated their farmhouse which was near a lake with lightings and roses.

'I hope she likes cliché.' He thought.

Once they reached the destination, he held the door open for her and she blushed at the gesture. She had not even glace towards him for a second which itched him.

He held his hand out for her to hold and once again, electricity shot through his entire body and his heartbeat increased. She was having the same effect as him and being white means having pink cheeks for free.

She was supposed to be angry at him, hate him, despise him, but she was feeling something for him which was the complete opposite. She didn't want to fall for him, atleast not now.

Her eyes widened on looking at all the decorations and red roses. The lake was shining in the moonlight and the water was making a soothing sound. The air was breezing lightly making it a perfect weather. An arm snaked around her waist and a gasp escaped her mouth.

She felt a pair of warm lips touching her ear and she stiffened immediately.


"Do you like it?"


"It's beautiful."


"Not more than you."


"Stop being cheesy."


"Why? You don't like it?"


"No."


"But your face says otherwise." He said pointing at her face which was all red. She instantly put the palm of her hands on her cheeks.

"Have I told you before that you look cute when you blush?"


And there her cheeks went again on their job of being red.

He laughed at her reaction as they both sat on the cloth sprawled neatly on the grass. The wind flew blowing her hairs in the process, making her look more beautiful. Her brown eyes were shining like a star contrasting his grey ones. He had never liked the colour brown before, but it was high time he changes his list of favourite colours.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He finally asked, breaking the tension in the air.


"I don't hate you, I just don't appreciate your voice or your presence." She said, glancing at his grey eyes. He ruffled his black hairs and for some reason, she found it sexy.


"So what's your favorite position?"


"Dude!"


"Okay, okay, I am sorry. Let's start with the basic. What's your name?"


"Ileana Davies."


"Ashton Ovens."


"Player of Wilton High?"


"Not anymore."


"Why?"


"Because I have found someone."


"Who?"


"You."


"Ha ha, very funny. Now, be honest."


"You don't believe me?"


"Not even point one percent."


"Maybe you will believe me more after this."


"After what?"


"This."


With that said, he smashed his lips upon her and that was when he realised how a real kiss felt like.


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Don't kill me please.