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Monday had already been a long day, but I didn’t expect it to get worse the moment I stepped into the science lab.
Daniel was there. Of course he was. Leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, smirking like he had some secret only I didn’t know.
“Late,” he said casually, eyes flicking toward me.
“I’m not late,” I replied, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. “I just arrived at a reasonable time for someone with your… impeccable schedule.”
His smirk widened. “Careful, princess. Insult me wrong, and I’ll have to retaliate.”
I rolled my eyes. “Retaliate? You mean flex your muscles in my direction?”
He stepped closer, tilting his head, voice low and teasing. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ll make you regret ever calling me impossible.”
I took a deep breath, gripping my notebook like a shield. “Daniel, not now.”
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The Lab Incident
Our teacher paired us for a chemistry project. Of course, I ended up with him.
“Great,” I muttered under my breath. “Just great.”
“You know,” he said casually as we moved to the workbench, “I’m actually looking forward to this.”
“You mean tormenting me?” I asked, trying to hide the way my heart thumped against my ribs.
“Partly,” he admitted, leaning close as we mixed chemicals. “But mostly… seeing how stubborn you are in person.”
I shivered despite myself — the air between us thickened, teasing, dangerous. I refused to look at him.
Halfway through the experiment, a small mistake caused the solution to bubble over. I jumped back, but Daniel reacted faster, grabbing my wrist to steady me.
Our hands touched, lingering slightly longer than necessary. I pulled away quickly, trying to mask the flush creeping up my neck.
“Careful,” he murmured, smirk tugging at his lips. “You almost got yourself into trouble.”
“I don’t need your help,” I snapped, though my voice sounded weaker than I intended.
He didn’t respond — just leaned back against the counter, watching me like I was both a challenge and a puzzle he couldn’t resist solving.
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After School – Walking Home
We ended up walking out together — Daniella had gone on ahead, trusting us to manage our “partnership.”
“I don’t understand you,” I muttered, hands in my pockets, trying to keep my composure.
“Oh, I understand you just fine,” he said smoothly. “You’re strong, independent, and stubborn — the perfect opponent.”
“Opponent?” I raised an eyebrow. “I thought we were partners.”
“Partners in chemistry, enemies everywhere else,” he replied, smirk dancing across his face. “Besides… it’s fun watching you try to act unaffected around me.”
I kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, trying to ignore the way my chest was tightening. “You think I act unaffected?”
“Absolutely,” he said, voice low. “But your eyes tell a different story.”
I froze. He knew. Somehow, he always knew.
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A Dangerous Game of Words
The rest of the walk was silent, but every glance, every accidental brush of his shoulder against mine made my pulse spike. I hated it. I hated that he could affect me like this.
By the time we reached my street, I had to force myself to speak. “You’re infuriating,” I said.
“And yet, you keep talking to me,” he replied, smirk never leaving his face.
I glared, muttering something under my breath about how impossible he was.
“Impossible,” he echoed softly, leaning closer so his voice brushed against my ear. “Maybe… but maybe you like it too.”
I whipped my head around, ready to snap at him, but he was already walking away, confident, teasing, untouchable.
And I hated that I was thinking about him long after he was gone.
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