The player

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I woke up the next morning. All I could think about was Kian. I mean any girl would. I wasn't in a motivational mood so I just threw my hair up in to a messy bun and put on my plaid flannels. I went over to my couch where my dog was laying and sat down. I flipped on the tv and went to Netflix. I turned on Pretty Little Liars and began to watch. I was almost finished with the series and "A" has been on my mind. PLL was getting super intense right now. I wasn't paying attention to anything around me.

I heard a footsteps and just assumed it was the tv. I was suddenly jolted out of my trance by big and masculine hands. A tall figure hovered over me. Kian. I looked like a hobo... Kian just smiled at me. Kian began talking. I wasn't processing what he was saying. What's kian saying? Was he breaking up with me? I kept thinking, was kian a player? Can I trust him?

My thoughts were interrupted by the strong hands sliding up and down my arm. It gave me goosebumps. Kian began looking concerned and it looked like he was saying "you alright?!" Nothing was making sense right now. I mean the date went perfectly last night-oddly. Why me though, I wondered. I'm just an ordinary nobody that no one has ever really cared about. Why was Kian giving me so much attention? He can have practically anybody in the school he wants, but he picked me...

Does he feel sorry for me? Is it a dare or an experiment? Questions were rushing through my head. Everything became blurry and my eyes felt like they were spinning.

The last thing I remember was lots of people taking and then a cold darkness sweeping over me.

I woke up to a beeping noise.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 27, 2015 ⏰

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