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The School Heathrob's Fantasy Girl

Kilin, an adventurous and fearless high school senior, has always lived life on her terms. She had an insatiable appetite for excitement and a reputation for pushing boundaries. One fateful night, Kilin receives a direct message that changes everything. It's Wyatt, the heartthrob of the school, asking her to be his girlfriend. Overwhelmed with excitement and disbelief, Kilin's heart leaps at the chance to be with the guy she's secretly admired from afar. Despite never having spoken to him, she decides to take the leap and agrees to his proposal. Monday morning arrives, and Kilin can barely contain her excitement as she walks over to Wyatt's desk, carrying a well-intentioned surprise breakfast. However, what Kilin expects to be a romantic encounter quickly turns into a heart-wrenching realisation. Instead of a warm embrace or sweet words, Wyatt crushes her dreams in an instant. As Wyatt stands up, Kilin's heart races with anticipation, but her hopes are shattered when he cups her face not for a passionate kiss, but to deliver a devastating blow. "Don't be silly," he coldly utters, "You will never be my type." In that moment, Kilin finds herself unceremoniously dumped, her heart aching from the cruel rejection.

Faith_Andru · Teen
Not enough ratings
60 Chs

It felt... nice

Kilin's heart pounded with suppressed anger as her aunt's car disappeared down the street. She turned towards her younger brother, Raylan and took his small hand in hers. She then led him towards the imposing front door of their home.

As they stepped inside, Kilin exhaled deeply, attempting to release the tension that had built up within her. She slipped off her shoes, not bothering with the usual gracefulness she possessed. Her mother, standing nearby, couldn't help but notice something was wrong with Kilin. She wasn't wearing fancy clothes like her son.

In fact, she was dressed in a set of expensive sweatpants and shoes instead of a gorgeous dress. Her once meticulously styled hair now hung in dishevelled strands, her makeup smudged and running down her cheeks. It was a far cry from the elegant attire she had worn earlier.