I'm not sure how I should feel about it. It's something that makes me addicted to him. He has deep brown eyes and light, chestnut hair that shines in the sun. But one day that changed.
'vvvvt' 'vvvvt' My phone was buzzing. I picked up my call.
''Noah? Hi, I thought you were out all day?'' I could hear his breathing. It was tense.
''I'm coming over.''
''Bu-'' And he hanged up. He never does this so I could sense there was something wrong.
I put some mascara on and a light colored lip gloss. I put my hair high into a pony tail and left a few strands at the front. I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a cute tank top and leggings. My normal everyday clothes.
'Ding-dong' The bell rung and I answered it straight away. Noah walks in his eyes full of tears.
'Noah, are you okay?'
We both dropped onto the coach and we didn't say a word for what seemed like hours.
'Noah?' His lips were moving but no sound came out. He was struggling. I got up and fetched a glass of water for him.
His eyes were bloodshot and his body language seemed to say im-so-sorry-about-everything but I hand no idea what he wanted to say.
After about half an hour he finally whispered something quietly
'I've made a mistake...'
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Teen FictionSorry I haven't been updating. Phone and computer were dodgy. Will start updating soon. x x x