I LOVE-HATE THE BILLIONAIRE

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m go. The hunk, t

lly?” My best friend Sylvia asked with

rtoon character of all time, hell I'd totally ma

o her fries. I stared at her like she had grown a second head. She was speaking like someone who didn

belong on the p

am of climbing

cheerleaders, or the ric

, but... let's just say I've added it to mine. It

little pro

so myself. When he had smiled and even bowed slightly, his messy curls getting in his face. He had run his fingers through to brush his hair away from his eyes and I had felt a clench in my stomach at the yummy sight. Back then, I had hopes that we could

ad lost

opular, captain of the football team, quarterback, boyfrie

you even lis

senses. “Huh? Oh ye

way. “I said if you like Dylan that much,

t me.” I gestured at my glasses, my braces and outfit, but Sylvia was

h, don't make

y w

loud!” I whisper shouted for her to hear because sayi

handsome glory. Amanda sat beside him if I could even describe it that way. She was almost on him, it was ridiculou

that had drained me of every bit of strength I had left. She threw her arm ar

ses? So what if you wear braces? And, what are you referring to as fat? Cos all I see is curves,

hat was another thing I hated about myself, my ability to q

iful?” I asked, hope

nd I’m not saying this because I'm your bes

.. we've definitely got to get you out of those clothes; n

smack her and missed. “Take that

her for a second and then joined her in laughter, hell she was right. My clothes we

. “We should give you like a total makeover!” She squealed in delight, clapping her hands like an e

figure and tell the world how confident you are... hell you may

e hope blooming in my chest. My amply bosomed chest. “He has a g

ights I have on. Dylan, though popular is a very nice guy, and I th

as so damn convincing sometimes. W

do it, but a part of me

wai

fec

't do

You seemed to be buying into the

d, and five even more over-pr

green eyes didn't die out like I'd thought it would after the reminder though. Instead, all I saw was h

But good luck convinci

she was going to be abl

*

she have to dress

r demurely as I watched the scene unfold, mouth opened sli

ing it's for a

Mr. Kn

ifferent person I didn't even recognize myself. The only way I could tell I was still me was

gh, I guess she can help you with your project.”

he sai

aid

liev

d as we hugged each

and ignoring the disgusted and surprised looks on the faces of my four out

f his room right when we were about to

u

he second oldest and in college, and was otherwise known as Sylvia's crush. It truly was

ring, Lu?” he ask

ou have to even talk to me? Just pass by

you going to be dressing

, y

hell y

it's fine, so suck it.” I pulled a frozen S

d it,

shook of her Nick-in-the-

*

nitial shock had worn off. I had even managed to make a few new friends... wait not friends exactly, a

for our economics class. I smiled. “Well, it's al

look on her pretty face

Dylan Knight and t

at me in ho

nfusion. “But you sai

really mean it. I honestly don'

eyes. “Why t

ngers. “Look Lu, I know you and how you easily get hurt emotion-w

ping we'll hopefully be maybe friends or preferably a couple after that

ndle that if it

ul

know but I had t

ike I could take on the world. I made my thoughts known to Sylvia. She opened her mouth to say more but the b

*

ss; Contempor

e ways after Economics and regrouped at the cafeteria for lunch. T

ing new things. Pretty weird,

s my books tumbled to the ground. I bent down to pick them

ard I just had to cry

was- I didn't mean

eep fascinating voice. Of course,

n Kn

d daze and watched as he knelt down an

ught, but a part of

'll marry

at

iterally done anything else instead. The whole sc

ver to me with a sheepish smile.

he knew

my naaaa

t least I'd die knowing the l

senses and laughed with him, my voice so high and flirty, I barely believed it was mine. “Yeah, yeah. I'm Lucelly. You must be Dyla

Rats? You are

ed. “You're

U

eople..

ll me beautiful or s

, Dylan Knight. What would it bloody take fo

rown a third head or something, and that

cheeks. “Please tell me I didn't say that out lo

“I wish I could say no, but

tely gathering the last shreds of dignity I had le

hird eye, and he just couldn't stop fuck

I desperately wanted to run away and hide, but a part of me wanted to hear what he tho

ink... I think this is the most hilarious thing I've ever heard!” He tried to bring his laughter down, b

s going on probably understood now thanks to his outbu

shed past him and made a dash for the restrooms, my heart brea

was so

lly meant to spill it out like that but, I could have told a lie when h

e something else

rls to admit their feelings for someone. Or even worse, to admit those feelings only to have thei

mbarr

oing to fall

love hurt, then

it for you; if not by slowly growing resentment, then by sickness, loss of interest, or even worse, death.

rd, and definit

closed seat and cried. I cried for minutes, hours maybe, and then I felt the stall op

e knelt down and wrapped her arms ar

g in love again,