A Late Breeze on Its Way to You
Language: en
Noah and I grew up absolutely unable to stand each other. He always said I was a firecracker, bursting into flames at the slightest spark. I told him he had a venomous tongue, never knowing when to let things go. We bickered like that for over a decade. That was until our senior year of high school, when the new transfer student, Kitty, confessed her feelings to him. He cast a careless glance my way, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Sorry about that. You just aren't my type." The crowd around us immediately started hooting and hollering. "Don't tell me you're actually into a girl like…