him. all i could think of was him. his brown, curly, alluring afro. his smile. his pink thin lips. his hot hazel eyes. they were perfect, everything was perfect. his name was Wyatt.
but what's wrong with me ? why wasn't he looking my way ? the fact that i couldn't have him made my blood boil. *BLOOD ON MY HANDS* he had her... and i hated it.
then again, she was beautiful. i actually can't blame the kid. but was it right to do this? *BLOOD EVERY WHERE* look, i know what you're thinking. i didn't have much of a choice.
how else was he gonna be mine ?
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