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Ever since preschool, Enrique Bellucci has been nothing more than a target-enduring years of relentless bullying and humiliation at the hands of Nkanyezi Nongalo.
But just before high school, he disappears. No goodbye. No closure.
Just silence.
Now years later, Nkanyezi finds herself being transferred to a prestigious university-only to come face-to-face with the one person she never expected to see again.
Enrique Bellucci.
Only... he's not the same boy she used to torment.
He's colder. Sharper. Untouchable.
And this time, he's not running.
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"Come on, Kiko," I muse, "You seriously can't still be upset about old drama?"
He doesn't respond. Just leans against the headboard, eyes glued to his phone.
I sigh.
"Well, since you're clearly boring, I think I'll go."
I slide off the bed and head toward the small closet, rummaging through it until I find something decent-a dark red hoodie and a pair of black Adilettes.
Good enough.
I pull the hoodie over my head, the fabric swallowing my frame, then slide my feet into the sandals before making my way to the door.
I grab the handle and pull-it slams shut.
My grip tightens.
Slowly, I turn around.
Enrique towers over me, one hand pressed flat against the door behind me, the other buried in the pocket of his sweatpants.
His eyes lock onto mine, before dragging down my body, lingering on my bare legs... then lifting back up.
"Where the fuck you think you're going like that?"
I raise a brow, unimpressed.
"I'm obviously going out," I say sharply, "Not that it's any of your business."
His gaze hardens, jaw ticking slightly before he exhales through his nose, like I've just tested his patience.
Then, just like that, he steps back, way to calmly.
He turns, walks to the closet, and pulls out a hoodie-almost identical to mine-shrugging it on like it's nothing.
I watch him, confused.
He bends slightly, slipping on his cream-white Jordans, then straightens to his full height.
"Let's go."
I blink.
"...What?"