Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
We went out for lunch today and my family ordered me something I didn't want and then I almost cried and refused to eat anything else because I'm petty like that. I'm also fifteen, going on sixteen;), years old. Anyways hope you like this chapter and please comment and vote love youuuu<333
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Logan Reat:
Fuck dammit shit.
As soon as she's out the door I drag a hand down my face, cursing myself out over and over again. "You fucking idiot." I whisper to myself. She called me a liar, a murderer, and honestly how could I ever blame her?
Well obviously she doesn't know that it's strictly unauthorized to tell anybody about the mafia but still, I should have told her. She's right, she deserved to know. I thought I could protect her by not telling her about my mafia, and trust me I wanted to tell her ofte, but I just realized that I could have protected her better by finally letting her know what is happening to her. She'd know that she should have been more careful and if I had told her, she wouldn't have gotten kidnapped. I'm not saying it's my fault but I feel horrible about it.
If I wouldn't be so crazy about her I would say she's being dramatic and don't give two shits about her. But fuck, I like her alright?! Fucking finally. And I care about her that's why I can't just let her leave like that. Of course she doesn't trust me, I mean lying about something that affects her? I'd hate me too. She doesn't deserve that, she deserved to know what she was dealing with. After all, her life depended on it and I was stupid enough to not tell her about it.
Shit.
Violet Rose.
The one person I'm not allowed to like. The one where I will actually get killed if anyone finds out about us. The one I made rules with to specifically not fall for each other. My fake girlfriend. For fucks sake why do I have to exactly like her?
The girl with the smart mouth that can annoy you whenever she wants but you can never get upset at her. She's just too damn lovingly to actually ever let her go. Violet, the one with the cousin that will peel my skin off if he only finds out I have been spending time with her. But how can I not?
She's so fun to be around. She can practically light up my day just by smiling at me or telling me that stupid fact she read about tigers in some random article. Or when she sees something on the internet and then drags me to every event she wants to go to.
Even if I always act like I don't want to go, I would never say no to spending time with her. Not like I ever say no but with her it's different. There's never a reason to say no because I want to do everything she does, I want to be with her at all times. For fucks sake I want her.
Not any other girl, her. I want her and not only to be my fake girlfriend but my real girlfriend. Fuck all that fake shit I want her.
The thing is, she doesn't see us both that way. She sees us as two friends who are fake dating. I don't want to fake date anymore, the word fake makes me want to puke. And yet she doesn't want me. Especially now that she knows my secret, she'll never date me. If I'm lucky she'll talk to me but that's also going to take a while.
