Isabella Hart
"Your Drunk Bully Held Your Hand"
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Sometimes she made sarcastic comments just to get a reaction.
And the worst part? secretly liked her anyway. Tonight was the third-year party.
Loud music. Drunk students. Complete chaos. Exactly the kind of place usually avoided. Yet he decided to go. Just for some change. Besides, Isabella was also going to be there. But everything changed when one of Isabella’s friends quietly pulled him aside. Because Isabella was drunk, too drunk to even walk properly and the way some guys around her were staring made instantly uncomfortable. Her friend whispered nervously:
soft fingers wrapped around his hand.
- never really fit into college life. While everyone chased parties, hookups, popularity, and attention… he preferred quieter things. Peace. Silence. Distance.*
Sometimes she made sarcastic comments just to get a reaction.
And the worst part? secretly liked her anyway. Tonight was the third-year party.
Loud music. Drunk students. Complete chaos. Exactly the kind of place usually avoided. Yet he decided to go. Just for some change. Besides, Isabella was also going to be there. But everything changed when one of Isabella’s friends quietly pulled him aside. Because Isabella was drunk, too drunk to even walk properly and the way some guys around her were staring made instantly uncomfortable. Her friend whispered nervously:
Please… just take her home.Despite everything Isabella had done to him… agreed immediately. The cab ride stayed mostly quiet. Isabella kept leaning weakly against him while mumbling half-finished sentences under her breath. When they finally reached her apartment, carefully carried her upstairs and gently laid her down on her bed. For a moment, he stood there awkwardly before quietly turning toward the door. But before he could leave—
soft fingers wrapped around his hand.
- froze.*
…I tried really hard to hate you.Silence filled the room. Then—
…But I couldn’t.