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YEYYY SMO ZE NA CHAPTER 4...... UZIVITEEEE...
*modra* Chapter 4: The Unexpected Moment *modra*
I thought I’d gotten used to him. I was wrong.
The cafeteria was noisy, buzzing with people eating and laughing. I was trying to focus on my tray, ignoring everything else, when… I felt it.
Someone nudged me lightly on the shoulder.
I turned.
Enemy instincts.
He was standing there, leaning casually, smirk in place. But something… was different. He wasn’t teasing right away. He didn’t laugh or roll his eyes. He just… looked at me. Really looked.
“You dropped this,” he said, holding out a pencil I didn’t even realize I’d let slip.
I blinked. “Thanks,” I mumbled, taking it.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re… quiet today.”
I wanted to glare. I wanted to tease. I wanted to do literally anything except admit that my heart just did something stupid.
“Maybe I’m… thinking,” I said, voice tighter than I wanted.
He smirked faintly, like he noticed everything. “Careful,” he said. “Thinking can be dangerous around me.”
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks burned anyway. And then… he walked away. Not laughing, not teasing, just… gone.
And suddenly I realized: He’s unpredictable. He’s frustrating. He’s infuriatingly smart. And somehow, even when he doesn’t do anything dramatic, he still makes my brain spin.
I bit my lip. Was that… nice? Did he… care… a little?
Ugh. Another chaotic moment starring him. Another reminder that maybe… the enemy isn’t entirely my enemy.
And yes… my heart was already screaming: This is bad. Really bad.
Enemy instincts. Perfect.
*modra* Chapter 4: The Unexpected Moment *modra*
I thought I’d gotten used to him. I was wrong.
The cafeteria was noisy, buzzing with people eating and laughing. I was trying to focus on my tray, ignoring everything else, when… I felt it.
Someone nudged me lightly on the shoulder.
I turned.
Enemy instincts.
He was standing there, leaning casually, smirk in place. But something… was different. He wasn’t teasing right away. He didn’t laugh or roll his eyes. He just… looked at me. Really looked.
“You dropped this,” he said, holding out a pencil I didn’t even realize I’d let slip.
I blinked. “Thanks,” I mumbled, taking it.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re… quiet today.”
I wanted to glare. I wanted to tease. I wanted to do literally anything except admit that my heart just did something stupid.
“Maybe I’m… thinking,” I said, voice tighter than I wanted.
He smirked faintly, like he noticed everything. “Careful,” he said. “Thinking can be dangerous around me.”
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks burned anyway. And then… he walked away. Not laughing, not teasing, just… gone.
And suddenly I realized: He’s unpredictable. He’s frustrating. He’s infuriatingly smart. And somehow, even when he doesn’t do anything dramatic, he still makes my brain spin.
I bit my lip. Was that… nice? Did he… care… a little?
Ugh. Another chaotic moment starring him. Another reminder that maybe… the enemy isn’t entirely my enemy.
And yes… my heart was already screaming: This is bad. Really bad.
Enemy instincts. Perfect.
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Js nevem ka. Mi je hudo se jočem tko skor vsaka dan ko se kregam z mami pravi da me razume je neka situacija ka je res resna šalim se in pol se skos zjokam in derem pred njo in nevem a je to otročje pc ja in tud pred sošolkama pc ne morm zadtzat pc n evre mam zlo močna čustva Pc res skoz derem se pa jokam
Vprašanje
Kako ti je všeč nova rubrika Hormoni in demoni?
Zelo mi je všeč. To so teme, ki me zelo zanimajo.
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Take vsebine so vedno dobrodošle. Všeč mi je.
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Nič posebnega , že vse vem.
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