Her Delinquent Boyfriend

Her Delinquent Boyfriend

Lina Bell

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Her impression of him when she first met him was that he was someone weak and foolish despite being so tall; someone born to be bullied. Who would have thought that everything was just a mere act! He was as bad as the ones who bullied him. No, in fact, he was worse than them. Strong like a tiger, cunning like a fox and deviously charming like the devil himself... How did someone like her fall in love with him? No, how did someone like him fall in love with her? She was just like a naïve little bunny with a gentle beauty and brains to study or that... was what he thought all along.

Chapter 0 How Did All Begin

Summer break, one of the most awaited times by the high school youngsters. Even so, all had their own reasons.

The minority will choose to be lazy and will enjoy their holidays to the fullest, resting or playing here and there while the majority, whereas it was by pressure or by the motivation to fulfil their more desired dreams, will gladly past their time in summer academies or diligently study with a tutor or by themselves at home.

Hence, as we follow the latter example, a young girl of fair skin and big dark eyes was looking at an opened English textbook with an unfocused gaze. She had tried her best to study by herself in her room but it had passed an hour and she hadn't flipped a page, and that wasn't surprising as her pretty eyes with long eyelashes hadn't read a single word since she had opened the book.

She couldn't concentrate and lately, it was happening rather frequently. It couldn't be helped though; she had got many things to think about.

'What would have happened if I hadn't met him?

Would have my high school life gone more smoothly?

Would have my eyes not cried out so many tears?

Would have my heart been at easy and not being drowned by doubts?

How many troubles could I have avoided?' Those were the questions that had been hovering in her mind for the past hour and no answer had been given to any of them. But being left without a response was unimportant as it was a thing that had become usual and it wasn't a surprise either.

"Haah, " she sighed.

Whenever she will begin to reply to her questions and make herself enter into reason, she will always end up remembering a pair of deep and bottomless dark eyes along with a pair of charming thin lips smiling at her.

*Thud* She let her forehead hit the book with her eyes closed.

'His haughty eyes and devil like smile... were they always like that?' At length, she thought of something she didn't usually think about.

"Ughh..." She turned her head around without raising her head to look outside the big window that was beside her bed as she untied her bun with one of her hands, letting the long strands of her silky dark hair fell all over her desk.

Her head felt much better now but she still rubbed her temples as she looked at the sunny sky with remembrance, "Again, how did all begin?"

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