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━Stella Jadeite Rosier swore to the heavens that she has never hated anyone but James Fleamont Potter.
For a week after finding out the whole valentine's thing, Stella was convinced that James was doing all those bullshit to slither in her nerves.
But then after a talk with Eloise and Portia, an epiphany occurred to the blue-eyed girl. The moving photograph of her and James on his nightstand with red hearts in it.
The doodles of her name in all of his books with stars and hearts.
His nicknames for her.
How he knows everything that she loves.
Even the smallest thing that no one seems to notice, James knows.
That's how Stella was aversely convinced that James genuinely likes — no, loves her.
If Stella was being honest, what her parents had taught her seemed too real at the current situation. In her perspective, James' feelings for her were inconsequential. She thought it was ridiculous for James to like her, she thought it was ridiculous for everyone to like someone.
