I don't like you.
by: Lovelyrubberboots
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I don't like you.
Dominique wanted to like him. She really, really did. He was nice, he was smart, he was kind, he smelled nice, her really cared about her and she could trust him with all her heart.
She loved him as a person, but for all her trying, begging, praying and hoping she couldn't make herself attracted to him. He was the opposite of what she wanted physically, in every single way. She liked tall, strong men. Ones with thick, curly hair - with facial hair even. And yes, some of them were jerks, but boys she wasn't attracted to could be jerks too.
Dominique had asked Lucy, begging her to please, please, please brew her a potion to please, please, please make her find him hot. Or even cute. Or anything, something. Because Dominique knew, she was certain she could feel it in her heart that she was meant to marry him. But it'd have to be a sexless marriage. Or at the very least one where she found her parent attractive.
But Lucy (stupid mean, horrible Lucy) had said no. And had given her a lecture on not settling. Phyiscally or emotionally. Easy enough for Lucy to say – when had she ever dated a guy who wasn't obscenely hot. They'd all been jerks, but she'd been the one who'd dumped them, not the other way around. Easy enough for Lucy who'd not found her perfect partner in life save one thing.
And stupid Victoire who'd told her the same thing. And Stupid James who said she should just get laid, preferably by a hottie, just so she'd know what she'd be missing with a sexless marriage. And it was what her best friend, that stupid Clara Burns had told her. Stupid, stupid stupid. They were all so stupid.
So why did she agree with them?
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