Constult: to act stupidly or foolish together.
"You know they say the line between love and hate is thin I think I realized that a while ago when I fell for you" she confessed.
"What a horrible way to admit your feelings, I guess I love you too" he...
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"Soft smiles... sharp tongue"
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Y/p Song: house of balloons/ glass table girls- the weeknd (Songs are optional)
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My heart was beating out of my chest, the wind blowing past my hair, yet I kept running. I knew I had to; if I didn't, it was over.
Feet colliding with the pavement, an awful headache accumulating in my head, and my heart pounding at full speed.
It wasn't a good feeling; in fact, it was horrible. My shoes skid on the pavement once I turned the corner, my eyes bloodshot, and I made it to a school, collapsing on the ground as I doubled over trying to catch my breath.
My body felt like it was going to implode on itself, like I was getting stabbed in the chest over and over in a repetitive motion.
"Fuck," I breathed in a fit of coughs.
I retched over blood spilling from my lips, nails clawing onto my thighs to try and ground myself from whatever was going on inside my body.
A voice yelled out too loudly, and my eyes widened, but I still couldn't even breathe, so I didn't even try to respond. I collected the blood in my mouth, swishing it around before spitting it all out onto the concrete.
My ears picked up once I heard the sound of foot steps, and I collected my breath, standing up fully on guard.
"Are you deaf? The hell are you doing here?" A stern and mildly irritated voice called out way too loud for my liking, and I still heard the sound of footsteps.
I saw who had spoken and turned my head to the red-haired male, sprinting and grabbing him, covering his mouth with my hand, then slowly walking backwards to a hidden corner.
"I'll explain later. Just keep your mouth shut," I whispered, pleading slightly as my back hit the wall with a small thump and the sound of footsteps getting closer and louder.
As confused as he was, he followed my lead for a few seconds before he started to struggle.
"Mmmhphh," he said, his words getting muffled by my hand, and I stepped on his foot to keep him quiet.
