No one in school dared to cross him. He was the guy everyone feared—the leader of the toughest gang, the one who never backed down from a fight. But right now, with her gripping his collar, looking up at him with those sharp, knowing eyes, he felt like a trapped animal.
"Running away again?" she asked, voice laced with amusement.
He could feel his pulse hammering in his ears. He had faced guys twice his size, taken hits that would knock anyone else out, but nothing—nothing—unnerved him like her.
"I’m not scared of you," he muttered, trying to sound unaffected.
She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. "Then why are you shaking?"
His hands clenched at his sides. He wanted to step back, to put space between them, but he knew she’d see right through him. Because the truth was, he was terrified. Not because she could fight—though she could hold her own—but because she saw right through his walls. She knew him, the real him.
And worse, she had his heart in her hands, and she didn’t even realize it.
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