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I walked through the hallways of the school, self-conscious of my appearance as always. My fingers were wrapped tightly on the strap of my school bag and for some weird reason, I wished I were done with high school.
The bell suddenly rang, and every student in the hallway began to run to their classes, the squeaking sounds of shoes on the floor began to cringe annoyingly in my ears.
The clink and slamming of lockers were heard loudly as most of the students hurriedly ran to their class when the bell rang for the second time.
I was a bit late to school and I have no plans of running to any classes, I don't even feel like attending one.
Getting closer to my locker, I unlocked it, turning the lock to the secret numbers I set for unlocking it when it got opened.
A wry sigh escaped my lips as I removed one of the bag straps around my left shoulder so, it could come to the front. I unzipped my bag and brought out my literature textbook and arranged the notebooks, which is seemingly improper and scattered.
I checked the timetable which I taped on the surface of my locker, and we are having history... God knows how I've always managed to keep up in that history class.
My stomach growled, and I realized I ended up sleeping through the whole night without eating anything.
I groaned and brought out the slices of bread in my bag and grabbed the small-sized butter, I always keep in my locker.
The hallway was empty, and I felt more comfortable... I took a plastic spoon, which I always keep in my bag, and spread some butter on the sliced bread.
After spreading butter on four sliced bread and merging them in twos, I began eating.
I was munching on the last slice of bread when I heard footsteps behind me making me turn around alerted when my gaze fell on Ryan who was staring at me with a full-drawn smirk on his lips.
"Look who's here," He chuckled, moving closer to me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, my eyes detecting his suspicious movement.
"Are you not supposed to be in class?"
"Well, I hate history class," He uttered with a shrug, while I nodded at the last bite of the bread.

"Then, find somewhere else to be," I told him.
"Is it me, or you've been trying to chase me off and avoid me?" He asked, arching a brow at me questioningly.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, his presence was starting to get on my nerves.
"Fine! I'm avoiding you, so what?" I throw at him.
His mouth opened slightly, and he closed them back, amused as his hazel eyes glowed.
"Well, I think that's a bad start for us," He spoke, moving even closer to me while I took a step back.
"Us?" I asked, confused about what he meant by 'us'.
"Hailey, I want you back," He disclosed, and I flapped my eyelashes at him, hoping I heard him wrong.
"Me? Back?" I asked.
"Well, I'm back... This is me here," I said while his lips curled bemusedly.
"What I meant is that I want you as before," He clarified, making me swallow hard.
"No!" I shrilled out with widened eyes, realizing where he was getting to.
"Ryan, I can't... I have a boyfriend and, moreover, we are brother and sister, we ha-have to maintain that relationship," I spoke softly, trying to make him see the reasons why we can't be together.
"To hell with brother and sister, Ley," Ryan hissed as he covered the distance between us while I moved back as my heart skipped a beat, making me hit my back on the locker while he trapped me placing one of his hands on the locker.
"Ryan!"
"Ley, you and I both know we have feelings for each other, why are you denying that?" He asked, all my body was sweaty and the blazer I wore added to my plight.
"You have feelings for me?" I asked him, gazing into his eyes as a low sigh escaped his lips.
"Yes," He answered, and I could feel all sincerity in his voice, my eyes scrutinized his face trying to find any lie, but it was all true.
I was lost for words, not knowing what to say.
If I was any other girl who wasn't in the situation I found myself in... I would be screaming and grinning that my dreams had finally come true.
The hottest guy in school has feelings for me but right now, that wasn't what I was feeling, it was the opposite.
I needed a way to stop this,
"Ley!"
"Yes," I answered, flapping my eyelashes as Ryan brought me out of my trance.
"Do you feel the same way?" He asked, his eyes praying for hope as they got lit.
"I don't have feelings for you," I blurted out, lowering my gaze to avoid his stares, although a part of me was lying.
It was the best way I could think of.
Occasionally, I wished we didn't meet under such circumstances where we had to be step-siblings, but I promised myself that I don't want things to go far between us no matter what.
"Please, excuse me," I request gazing back at his face, but it was the reaction I would rather not see from him at all.
Ryan's face flashed with hurt, but he masked it away as his hazel eyes diluted a bit darker, showing he was frustrated and annoyed.
"Is it because of him?" He asked, moving away from me, and I took the chance to breathe out the air I had been holding in my lungs.
"Who?" I asked him.
"You know who I'm talking about, Ley," Ryan said, his face creasing into a frown.
"I have to go to class," I replied instead of closing my locker and trying to walk away when he grabbed my arm and pushed me back to the locker.
"Where do you think you are going?" He questioned, his voice deep and coarse, causing a chill to run down my spine.
"To cl-class," I stuttered, avoiding his gaze.
"Look at me. Ley," He stated, but I refused.
"Ley," He called again.
'If you want him to know you don't have feelings for him, look him straight in the eyes and be firm about it, so he'll know you're serious,' My mind advised.
I sighed and gazed up, staring deeply into his hazel eyes while he stared at me with so much intensity, searching through them to find I was lying.
Suddenly, he brought out a handkerchief from his pocket and I stared at him confused and wondering why he brought the handkerchief close to my mouth but stopped a few inches apart.
"What is it?" I asked, his eyes pinned on my lips, and I felt my body heat up.
"You have butter at the corner of your lips," He informed.
"Butter?" I inquired, raising my hand, attempting to clean my mouth, but his other hand caught mine before I could do so.
"Let me help you clean it," he offered, and I nodded, staring at his face.
"Close your eyes,"
"Why?" I asked.
"Just do it," He said, and I opted in, closing my eyes for him.
I was expecting the dry smooth texture of the handkerchief to be wiped on my skin when I felt something warm, soft, and moist around the corner of my lips causing my whole body to shudder and an electrifying feeling shooting through me after realization hit hard on me.
My eyes widened and saw Ryan's head lowered to my face level and his lips next to mine brushing against my lips.
I gasped, opening my mouth slightly, and he shifted his lips next to mine and kissed me quickly before I could be alert.
He drew away from me shortly, while I stared at him, completely dazed.
"It's gone," He told me and smiled thinly before he started walking away, leaving me rooted to my spot as I tried hard to think straight.
My fingers found their way to my lips and I rubbed my index finger sensually on my lips.
He just stole a kiss from me.


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