Zeanne is an easy go lucky girl that hates attention. Or at least that's the concept that she's been going for all her life, especially after she was robbed of something important to her. Her only wish was to get back what she lost. But ever since meeting this guy, her plans started changing and her well-protected image started cracking. And what's more concerning was that, most of the damage on her shell was done by herself; Both unintentionally and intentionally.
Craige is a quiet boy that always attracts attention because of his looks. Despite being taciturn, he easily made a lot of friends and was always surrounded by people. His only wish was for everyone to leave him in peace. Then his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself tangled up in this girl's fatal secret. But he just couldn't leave her be... even if his peace of mind was at stake.
She knows who she wants to be.
He knows where he wants to go.
They've already got it all figured out to a T,
Then fate decides to toss their plans out the window.
They became friends.
They made a pact.
Theirs was a solid partnership,
But romance was not part of the contract.
Would you choose to take a leap at faith today?
Or would you choose to plan for tomorrow?
Know that if you fold your cards and never play,
The World Will Never Know.
"I can't believe you're seriously making me do a pinkie promise. Are you a kid?" He snorted as he held back his laughter.
"You will soon find out that I'm a lot worse." I smirked and tightened my grip around his finger. "This finger is mine now. If you betray me, lie to me or break any of the promises that you make from now on, I have the full rights to cut this little baby off."
Obviously thinking that I was either fooling around or simply out of my mind, he burst out laughing. "What?!"
I raised an eyebrow at him and said with all seriousness. "This or that little guy down there. Your choice."
His pupils grew larger as he followed the direction of my gaze. Then his head heavily lifted back up with his expression slowly turning grave; probably imagining the worst case scenario. He took a gulp and cleared his throat. "Take my hand. My hand is all yours."
"Wise choice." I smiled triumphantly. "So--"
"On one condition!" He eyed me carefully. "This is a partnership, right? Not a slave contract. So you have to be equally liable and responsible as well."
I scoffed. "Did I say otherwise? The terms and conditions apply to me as well. Deal?"
This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, events and incidents portrayed in this book are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.