MARK'S P.O.V
When I saw the girl's eyes, tiny teardrops peeked out. And in a moment it rolled down on her now reddened cheeks. Her face was a total disaster. Hair was a mess and her nose was all red. Sudden mixed emotions appeared from deep inside. Sympathy? Pity? I quickly vanished that away. My heart was full of that shits before. And I'm done doing noble things. It only caused tormoil in my life for the past two years. That fucking two long years!
I glanced back at the girl. Her eyes were terrified and her lips shivered a little. I never realized that Americans bore that unique combination of eyes. Her left eye is of deep blue shade and the other eye is of blue green color. You wouldn't notice if you won't stare at them. Well, Lucky me!
And her skin was fair and tanned combination. Not pale like what American girls usually have.
My eyes scanned down to her lips. Pink and red combination. I wonder if she would have any combinations in bed. Fuck!
I shook my head firmly not wanting to think perveted thoughts. Not this time. Hershey's a very small town. And if I want this girl on my bed, she's just so easy to find. My lips curved a smile.
I walked clumsily towards her direction. She's a dumb fool staying under the rain on a very cold dark night. I stopped few inches away from her. Her eyes glistening with tears.
" Thats what were supposed to do, right? But then, you suddenly ran away like Im some kind of a killer in a movie! " I waved my hand impatiently. Dealing with her was just like talking to a kid. And she annoys me. So much!
" Because your a psycho! Why did you follow me? "Her American twang is clear. And it makes me sick. I hated American.
" Stop calling me that, damn it! Your pathetic! Acting as if I'm the hell of your stalker!" I glared my eyes and my voice so loud that it roared all around the dark.
"Then leave me alone, you prick! -
" That's a better idea! Ungrateful bitch!" I countered.
My patience have worn out. And she no longer looks stunning to me. That all I want is to chop her body and burry her in the woods. I winced at my wierd idea. Enough of this sick argument. I quickly walks away from her before the both of us turns to blow like an automic bomb.
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What If
FanfictionThey met. In unexpected time and place. But then on her young mind she never thought it was wrong. Because she believed in Fairy tale stories. Just like she had read on books. Just like how she had him.