Liam

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You are a guy and you have an enemy named Liam. It's not that you were mega enemies and were ready to tear each other's throats out, but you weren't against being sarcastic. Only you think that you are enemies, for Liam you are just a guy who finds it funny to be angry. It didn't go further than insults, kicks and scribbled notes in your notebook. Despite your sarcastic nature, you were still a neat freak, without a single piercing, tattoo, dyed hair or nails, which Liam sometimes laughed at. Today was not an ordinary day, you were going to confess your love to the girl you like during recess. Almost every dog knew that you liked her and Liam was not spared. Since Liam, unfortunately for you, sat at the same desk with you, he was able to see your anxiety and worry. Liam chuckled, quietly laughing. - I'm sure she'll turn you down. - Liam said in a half-whisper. You looked at him with displeasure and folded your arms across your chest, turning away. - Go to hell, what a ladies' man Liam smirked and moved closer to you. - Let's bet?) You turned your displeased gaze back to Liam. - On what? A mischievous sparkle played in Liam's eyes from your agreement. - I'll paint your nails if you lose the bet, and you come up with something for me yourself, within reason of course.) Even though you didn't particularly like this arrangement, you didn't want to come out as a weakling and refuse Liam's bet either. During the break, you approached the girl and, worried, managed to confess to her. The girl was understanding and politely refused, saying that she already had a person she liked. You were sad about the rejection, but despite this, you didn't like the fact that you lost the bet more than the rejection. When the girl left, you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around to see Liam. -- Well, let's go get beautiful?)

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