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It took Jack three minutes to calm down and come into my room. His black hair is in the way, so I can't see his beautiful green eye. He starts pulling a chair over to the bed. "What are you doing?" I ask as I pull him onto the bed with me and Romeo. It's a tight fit but it works. I put my head in his shoulder. "Are you ok?" He looks at me with a what the fuck look. "Am I ok? I should be asking if you're ok, you're the one who almost died twice this week." He told me as if I forgot. As he said that he put his hand around my waist. Why all of a sudden confidence. "Fish, man." I jokingly say. He laughed a little. "Can I talk to you alone, Por- I mean babe." He caught himself. I give Romeo a 'do you mind?' Look. He shakes his head and leaves the room. "What do ya need?" I ask as I put my head in his shoulder. He grabs my hand. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." I shoot up from his shoulder and look at him. His jet black hair is still covering his eyes. I move and sit in his lap. "You shouldn't be moving like that." He says not even looking up at me. "Fuck that, there is a lot if shit I shouldn't do. I do it all anyway. Look at me." I order. He looks up with his hair still covering most of those eyes. I push the hair out of the way and put my arms around his neck. "None of this is your fault. I shouldn't of been drinking, I shouldn't of been trying to get in your guises pants, I shouldn't of been a little asscown and made us leave the party. None of this is your fault." I look at his lips for a second and back into his eyes. I put my forehead to his, then he puts his lips to mine.
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Teen FictionPorsche Barkenser is 15 years old. She's a topical teenage girl. Well no she's not. Her life is one big lie. No one knows her secret but her best friend Romeo. But what happens when her secret comes out and her life is flipped upside down. How is sh...
