In a world of deceit and harshness, she tries to survive.
But when Axel is involved , survival doesn't exist.
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#2 in Seniors
#7 in Axel
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Her attitude?
A huge turn on.
Everything about her was a turn on. She wasn't lying when she said I made a wild assumption.
But I don't like her.
Why?
Because she knows nothing about me and when she opened that pretty mouth of hers and snapped at me I was furious.
"You good bro?" Matteo asks, looking at me with genuine concern.
He's the only person I trust with my life.
Because he's the only person I actually have in my life.
"No. I'm going home," I grumble as I try to make my way to the front door of this claustrophobic mansion.
"Look, hermano. I don't think she meant any harm, y'know?" He puts his arm on my shoulder as he finishes his sentence. "I mean you were basically calling her a sl-"
"No termines esa frase," I snap at him as we make it outside. {Don't finish that sentence.}
I know I was rude, but what ever the fuck that girl's name was had no right to open her damn mouth and speak about my parents, at all.
I wanted to ask Matteo for her name but I was not about to seem interested in her.
And the weirdest thing about tonight is that she looked way too familiar.
Then the damn way her hips moved against Matteo while I looked at her and only her, gave me the best feeling.
I watched how her hair became damp from the sweat, how her head tiredly turned on Matteo's shoulder, exhausted with thirty minutes of dancing while her lipstick stained bottom lip was rolled into her mouth.
Fuck.
Christ Axel. Focus on what you're supposed to be doing.
Or what I was supposed to be doing. I had one job tonight. Find the blondie and check on her.
Groups of teenagers are smoking while others are huddled up into their little groups of friends drinking.
I don't plan on asking around for her for many reasons, one being I don't care about her like that. Another being that she's a whole year ahead of me and people talk.
I maneuver my way through the smart individuals who decided it was a good fucking idea to stand in the way of the porch's steps.
I thought I finally got through before a red headed girl decided to stop right in front me.
Her hair was messed up, mascara stains were running down her face and smudged lipstick coated her thin lips. Easier way to put it; she looked like she got fucked.
