Her Twinkling Eyeslg...
Hazel Nash had always been the one person I couldn’t stand. Every time I saw her in the hallways, her head buried in some book, I felt my blood boil. She had taken my topper spot and made it hers, and every time I saw her name above mine, it felt like a personal insult. But there was something else, something I never admitted to myself until that day.
It was late after school, and the halls were empty. I was heading to the library when I heard soft humming. Following the sound, I found Hazel sitting alone in a corner, her eyes closed, lost in her music. For a moment, I just watched her. She looked so different, so...peaceful.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked, not opening her eyes. I felt my face heat up.
“Just wondering how you always manage to look so smug,” I shot back. She opened her eyes and met my gaze, and for the first time, I saw something other than rivalry in them. There was a softness, a vulnerability that took me by surprise.
“Maybe because I don’t see you as a rival, Ace,” she said softly. “Maybe I just see you.”
Those words hung in the air, and something shifted between us. We both knew we were supposed to hate each other, but in that moment, it felt impossible.
The days that followed were confusing. I found myself drawn to her, seeking her out in the library, walking her to classes. We’d argue, of course, but there was a new undercurrent, a tension that was hard to ignore. One evening, as we were studying together, our hands brushed. It was a simple touch, but it sent a shock through me.
“Why are you doing this, Hazel?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“Because,” she replied, “I think there’s more to you than just the competition.”
That night, under the dim library lights, we kissed. It was tentative at first, then urgent, as if we were trying to make up for all the lost time spent hating each other. In that moment, all the rivalry melted away, replaced by something far deeper.
But it wasn’t easy. We had to keep it a secret, sneaking around, hiding our feelings from everyone. Warren would never understand, and Amber would be furious. The school would explode if they knew. Yet, every stolen moment was worth the risk.
One day, we were nearly caught by Warren. We had been in the music room, hidden from the world, when we heard footsteps. Hazel panicked, but I held her close. “Trust me,” I whispered. We stayed still until the footsteps faded away, and then she kissed me, harder than ever before.
“Someday, Ace, this won’t have to be a secret,” she said.
“Someday,” I agreed, hoping that day would come sooner rather than later.
Until then, we would live for the stolen moments, the secret smiles, and the forbidden kisses. Because despite everything, despite the rivalry and the risks, Hazel Nash had become the one person I couldn’t live without.lg...
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Romance