As she walked down the dark street, she thought she was alone. But she soon realized she was being followed; she heard a twig break and looked by her own feet. saw no twigs around then kept walking. Then, again she heard a twig snap. She turned around and loojed and was suprised at who she saw. Standing there behind her was Charles, the Miamistown High School's bad boy. The kid with brown hair and amazing eyes. He was the crush of every girl in school except Rose. She did not like him at all. He was following behind her in the now dim street. "What are you doing here?" she yelled at him. "What's it look like honey?" he yelled back. "Stalking me" she replied. "More like catching my dreams babe" he mumbled quietly. "As if," she shot back. "And don't call me babe." "Why not?" he questioned. "Because I don't like it," she replied. Not waiting for his answer, she kept walking until she got to her apartment building.
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Slowly Falling Under Your Spell
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