Sorry for the wait, I have been going through a lot lately and I can never be bothered to go for this anymore. I do want to stop this story, but I don't delete unless there is no hope and this story has hope..... also I think you guys would kill me if I deleted it, but this story is coming to an end, in about six or so chapters.
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Regrets,
Mistakes,
Loss.
That's going through my mind at the moment. I miss her. I fucking miss her. I hate that I left. I should've stayed. I don't care if I don't get a better salary. I want to be there with her. I want to be with my friends.
"Bro, you need to chill," Luke, one of the staff, says, his voice dull and croaked- due to the cigs- with an obvious annoyance to his tone. I don't usually make friends with guys like him, but he does make a small smile appear on my lips every now and then. He has a cocky style about him. Six pack, large biceps, smooth talking and a smirk that never leaves. He has brown hair and brown eyes, a striped top and plain jeans. Simple, but all the girls fall for him.
"What are you talking about?" Luke always thinks I am a downer and ruins all his plans. But it's not like he has a lack of friends. He could talk to other people other than me.
"That chick- Lola I think- well she's always on your mind. She can't be that special." Controlling my anger, I take deep breathes. He can't even remember her name! It's been a whole month! Even Porter remembered her name.
"It's Lacey and you haven't even met her yet."
"She sounds like a whore to me- I mean, dating you, a month later, dating her bully. Sounds a bit desperate to me." In a flash he's pinned up against the wall, my fingers wrapped around his throat.
"Don't you ever say that again." I let out a growl- literally.
He nods eagerly, struggling for air. I let go and storm away. I could possibly loose my job- since Luke is the boss' son- but I don't care.
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Driving home was torture. I nearly crashed twice. I don't know what's wrong with me, it's like all of my emotions are turning off. (yes, quoted from vampire diaries) I feel like my heart has stopped beating and my whole body is numb.
I drive to the pub and as soon as I sit down, I ordered whatever came to mind. I need to forget this pain, this memory. . . her.
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I'm on my. . . tenth? fifteenth? shot and I'm wasted. I know that for certain. The pain is numb to the point where it's just a ringing vibrate.
Oh wait. . . that's my phone.
One text from. . .
I open the mysterious text but the words are blurry, nothing makes sense.
"What does this say?" I ask the bartender. . . guy. . . girl. . . Justin Beaver Doppelganger?
"It's from a girl called Lacey, saying she's sorry." The look-a-like comments.
Why would Lacey be sorry?
"She cheat on you or something?"
"What?" Did I say that out loud?
"Yes you did say it out loud. Is she sorry that you cheated on you?"
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Love behind the screen {student/teacher}
Teen Fiction**Sequel from Worthless Child** Lacey Emelie Cook is a smart, beautiful, and friendly girl. Though she hides her looks and never talks to anyone. She is bullied day in and day out of school because she prefers good grades than to be liked. The only...
