Hehe....So, that was something, was it not? I'm still speechless. Chapter 9 ahoy!
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-Lovetolove17
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Serena's Point of View:
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"Babe, what? Why are you shaking me?" Zane wondered out loud as I let go of him.
"I can't believe we did that last night," I said.
I was a virgin until last night. I can't believe it.
I'm almost sick with myself.
"It's not like.... you know I didn't force you into anything." He said. "It just...happened I guess."
"You're right," I muttered.
I grabbed his shirt off the floor and put it on, making myself less exposed.
Is this what I wanted?
God, I have no self restraint.
I walked down the hall, down the stairs, around the bend.
I found myself in the kitchen.
I had a pounding headache. I didn't like being hungover.
That was another thing. I'd never been drunk before, let alone drank alcohol. Not even one sip in my entire life. It was a personal choice. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
I raided the cabinets until I found the one containing medicine.
"Anti-Itch? No. Vitamins? No." i mumbled.
I looked in the cabinet, once again.
"Spider bite? No. Ah, here we are, asprin." I said.
I popped a pill in my mouth and felt two arms around my waist. I saw those farmilliar scars.
I turned around.
"I just wanted to remind you of my promise." Zane said.
"Where you promised to love me forever?" I smiled at him.
"No matter what." He kissed me.
I pulled away slightly, then took him by the hand. He followed behind me as I led him out to the outside porch.
"There's something that's been pressing my mind." I said, avoiding direct eye contact with him.
"Oh?" He asked, sounding quite british.
"Well," I said as I looked him in the eyes. "If you love me, why are you so unhappy?'
I saw something in his eyes register.
"I'm happy!" He lied. I saw him force a smile.
"No, you're not. don't lie to me Zane."
"Prove it." He chuckled.
I grabbed his wrist and turned it over, exposing three reddish brown straight lines. His expression turned from happy to nervous in a matter of seconds, as he stared at them.
"I'm not going to yell at you, like your mother or father would. I'm only asking: Why?" I questioned him.
He looked down. I was still holding his hands. He had turned his wrist over, hiding his scars, once again.
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Roses are Red
Teen FictionMeet Zane Collins. He's 17, emo, and in love with the girl of his dreams. Meet Serena Marns. She's also 17, and Curbans high school's head cheerleader. So what happens when a red rose crosses their paths?