What Probably Made Maxerica Scream ~Cliché Selection Storylines~

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Hey guys! It's Bebe and Tribute_Unicorn! In honor of reaching 300+ reads, we now present our version of a basic selection story... Enjoy!
~Bebe and Tribute_Unicorn

Chapter 1
I ran down the corridor, his footsteps echoing off the walls behind me. "Wait!" he called. My breath hitched as I slipped on the carpet and kicked over a pot with my flailing legs in the air. The shattered pieces surrounded me and stung blood from my arms as I sat half naked in my skimpy pink nightgown.

I quickly panicked. "What do you want?" I asked through my tears. "You already know I like you, go ahead," I challenged, trying to put on a brave face, "taunt me." He gently shook his head, his mop of blonde hair sweeping over his green eyes, the flecks of gold glimmering in the dim lighting.

"I'm not going to taunt you, Celia." He answered softly.

"Yeah right!" I spat defiantly. "Of course! I saw you with that other girl, sucking each other's faces off!

He didn't say anything, he just pulled me up to my feet and brushed shattered glass of my dress.

"Don't touch me!" I growled at him, backing away.

"Celia you have to understand theirs other girls fighting for me I-" He started, walking towards me.

"No. If you don't love me, then I don't have to love you at all mister Dylan Scholl Shreave!" I pouted.

"I love that nickname you give me. I just wish you didn't have to use it in defense." He sighed walking a step closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. He leaned down to me, his hand staying still. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

He leaned forward and pecked me slightly on the lips. I wanted more of him, I wanted him so badly. But he simply stepped away after that and walked away with a soft, "Goodnight Lady Celia."

Feeling defeated, I walked back to my room. When I walked in, my maids were here, with frantic looks on their faces. "Lady Celia!" Ambea exclaimed, running over to greet me.