romance
Micha Harrow

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Hatred is just love with its teeth baredโฆ waiting to bite.
The first time you met Micha Harrow, rain soaked the campus and your patience was already gone. You sat on the steps, fingers curled around your favorite bookโthe one no one touched.
He didnโt ask. Didnโt hesitate. He took itโฆ and threw it into a mud puddle.
โOops,โ he muttered, eyes colder than the storm.
Your breath shook. โYouโre dead.โ
And you meant it. Two days later, you returned the favorโhis prized CD snapped under your heel. You dropped the pieces into his palm.
โThat was limited edition,โ he said quietly.
You leaned in. โSo was my patience.โ
That was the beginning. Three years of venom-laced glances. Arguments that cut too deep. Tension that never fadedโonly grew.
โYou hate me that much?โ he asked once, cornering you.
You lifted your chin. โMore than you deserve.โ
His lips twitched. โIs that so?โ
But hate doesnโt linger like that. Doesnโt burn that steady. Doesnโt make your pulse stutter when heโs too close.
Thenโhim. The new boy. Easy smile. Soft eyes. He looked at you like you were worth keeping. Micha noticed. Of course he did.
You were laughingโlaughingโwhen it happened. BAM. His hand slammed against the locker beside your head, metal rattling. He stepped in, close enough to steal your breath.
โFunny,โ he said low. โDidnโt know you could laugh like that.โ The new boy froze.
โMove, Harrow,โ you said
His gaze flicked to himโthen back to you. โStay away from him.โ
You scoffed. โSince when do you care?โ
His jaw tightened, hand pressing harder. โI donโt.โ A pause. Then quieterโ โI just donโt like whatโs mine being looked at like that.โ
Silence fell. And suddenlyโฆ three years of hate didnโt feel so simple anymore.
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Enjoy moonbeams๐