I walked up to the car and Oliver was in it holding vodka in his hand along with some guys in the back of the jeep, one was wearing a letterman jacket and had brown hair parted in the middle. Another guy had light brown hair that was also parted in the middle wearing a blue and gold letterman jacket.
Oliver: get in the car now or I'll run you over.
Emery: fine.
I feel like I've made the worst decision yet, I should've gone with my gut.
Emery: uhm Oliver where are you taking me?
Oliver: a place that's safe for you.
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Emerys pov: as I look out the window I recognize nothing. Because we're in the middle of fucking nowhere. Oliver tries to get my attention, which I listened to what he had to say, ugh it's probably already late anyway. Oliver put his hands on my cheeks. And then he tried to move closer to me, and kiss me.
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Emery: Oliver stop it.
Oliver: I was just getting started good, my love.
I furrowed an eyebrow aggressively. If you looked at me your would see the fuming anger in my eyes. I then yelled at him so loud you could probably hear me from Mexico and back.
Emery: look Oliver, let me tell you something, you're such a little creep. And why would I ever have fucking sex with you, you really are such a hotdog.
Oliver: get out of my car now Emery, you insulted me, now get out before I call the fuzz on you!
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The rough streets of manhattan (WIP)
RandomEmery has everything she could ever want in life. A nice house,a prestigious private school, a big bedroom, she's popular, and most importantly, lots of friends. Until one day that could all be taken away from you and you get a reality check. Emerys...
