"I hate you," I said, but my voice came out as a whisper. 

"I know," he whispered back, closing the distance between us. He grazed my lower lip wth his thumb and tugged it down slightly. 
"But I still want you." He added, his lips inches away from mine. 

He placed his forehead on mine, his nose grazing mine. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the kiss. 

I hated him. I hated how my body react to him. To his touch, his smell, to everything about him. He made my life hell since the moment he set eyes on me. But I still can't stop myself from wanting him. I knew I shouldn't. Everything about him was wrong. He was my damnation. The King that doesn't hesitate to sacrifice his subjects. But I was far too gone to care. I would gladly go to hell if Drayton King sits on the throne. 
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Arielle McAlister and Drayton King are the most popular kids at Diamond High. They're the King and Queen of the school. But like any organization, there can only be one leader. The two students hated each other. 

But after Arielle was diagnosed with cancer just before the start of senior year, the dynamic of their relationship slowly starts to change. Arielle began facing troubles at school because of her condition. 

How will Arielle navigate this new difficulty as the school's fallen queen? And when a worst enemy suddenly became an ally, will she agreed to put aside their feud for the greater good? 

Coffee for two 

Chapter twenty 

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Drayton
Arielle didn't take the bus.
She had tried to. She had walked to the bustop which was about ten minutes away without so much as asking for my help. I made sure to trail behind her in my car despite how late we were.
She didn't know the first thing about public transport and had stood ...

  

Drayton

Arielle didn't take the bus.

She had tried to. She had walked to the bustop which was about ten minutes away without so much as asking for my help. I made sure to trail behind her in my car despite how late we were.

She didn't know the first thing about public transport and had stood ...