From that moment, on wet floor that was caused by cleaning lady, my eyes was always on him.
I didn' t want to admin it but i was in love.
My classes was different from his and the class we had together was only french.
He always sat with me.
He smell so good, that i don' t know how, like home...?
Now i would know how to describe it.
Like a storm.
Dark storm with stars and when he was angry with lightning in it.
It was dangerous.
He was danger himself.
I know, but forgot.
When his eyes focused on something he wanted it.
No matter what.
No matter what price he pays.
And at that time i was stupid.
Just like a wolf on hunt, he waited for his prey to come alone.
He wasn' t a wolf, he was everything on this world that had a weapon.
A dangerous, bad guy who had you from beginning to the end before threwing you away.
And that moment hurt, but we aren' t there yet.
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Teen FictionHe was the first boy that i was in love. And the last. No one ever stoled my heart like him. He was the end of my world. My heart was made for him. But were his made for mine?
