Why Clichés Won't Work For Me

I walked into the room, nervously, all of my friends had ditched me at the doors, I’ll be sure to thank them later… I swayed my hips, trying to act confidently as I made my way towards the bar. That’s where I saw… him. He had dark hair, and beautiful stormy grey eyes. I flashed him a smile, and sat down in the empty seat beside him. While he asked my name, I signaled a waiter to give me my usual- a margarita with an extra shot of tequila- and answered him.

We talked all evening from how we had gotten invited to this house party, to the names of our pets. A couple hours and many drinks later, he looked at me intently, then, signaled for us to go upstairs. Smiling, I accepted, and practically melted at the sight of his smirk. Leading me upstairs, he led me to a quiet room.

I looked into the room, it was quite beautiful. The bed was against the window, which gave a clear view of the starry night. The furniture was a chestnut color, and the walls were a brilliant assortment of shades.

Suddenly, without any warning, he pushed me up against a wall and stared down at me with hungry eyes. He searched my eyes for approval which I obviously gave, and then began roaming his hands around my body; not stopping at all. Attacking me with his lips, he made me gasp. He used that to his advantage, and his slipped his tongue inside my mouth.

I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room, and then he slipped his hands underneath me and brought my legs around his waist. Moaning, he carried me up to the bed, breaking contact only to throw me onto the bed.

Suddenly, I tumbled across the bed and rolled out of the window, and hit my head on a branch, which spewed out blood. Oddly enough, I didn’t die from blood loss, or the impact of falling out of the three story house, or even landing into a thorn bush. I died because a local spider convention had ended up being broken into, and their Black Widow spiders escaped. One of them came and bit me, and that was the end of that.

THE END

A/N: Hey guys! So I decided to try out a new thing. It’s pretty much a story about how I’ll never find love, because, well… I’m me. Like, this thing will literally happen to me when I’m older -_-

Basically, these are just things about my ‘future love life’. I swear, they’re all going to end like this…

Well… I hope you like it! No, this is not the end of the story, there is plenty more to come! So tell me how you like it! This chapter is dedicated to my ‘friend’ ;) Emily, because she might hate it! BYE GUYS!!!