My Rules

chapter 40

BOOM BANG POW WOW SNAPSSSSSS

HELLO THERE!

My vacation is comming soon and christmas is comming and 2016 is comming!

Anyone some ideas what I coud ask for christmas?? #IHaveToMutch

So, my computer tripped and doesnt really work anymore... :(

I hate the Windows 10 update..... It only made my computer to crash! #poorme

Anyways I hope you'll like the chapter!

Media: a hot dude I found on GOOGLE. #GOOGLEislife

Song: Radio Active from withing temptation (cover imagine dragons)

How fun my unicorns angels!

Tok tok

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Martina Stoessel POV

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that was the sound that snapped me out of this trance I was in, his trance. I pulled away as his head snapped to the side, revealing the rest of the gang standing there in all their glory.

"what a cute reunion, Isn't it, James?" a girl, I think she was Stephie, said to the boy standing next to her at the front of the gang. From his mouth escaped a dangerous low chuckle whixh sended me shivers down my spine.

"really cute" his eyes fixed on me, burning holes trough my scull "what about you, Martina Stoessel?" his eyes lingered on me as I gulped in fear. I wasnt experienced with dangerous peaple who knew your name when you had apsolutely no idea who the other person should be.

"what do you want from her, James" this time Jorge spoke, his fists clenched ready to attack if they would make any wrong moves. the guy, James, tore his gaze off me, flickering it to Jorge. As a smirk lifted up the corners of his mouth, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"it's not the question what do I want from her, it's the question how mutch do I want" he state, the muscles in Jorge's back stiffening. "you see, she is just-" he rubbed his chin "what is she?" he asked himself "ohyeah, nothing" he smirked at his remark. did the guy really think this would get to me? "she is just a weak, pathetic, beaten up girl who's father was filled with hate, meant to her" he lingered his eyes on me, loving the expression that was plastered on my face; hurt. because deep within, I knew he was right.

I was weak and pathetic, no, I AM weak and pathetic! look at me! my father is in a cellar while I'm moving around because someone I loved hurted me! how weak and pathetic do you have to be to do that?! normal peaple face their problems! they solve them by finding a way out, but the only thing I do and can, is run away.

"and what does she do? running like a scared puppy in the arms of a wolf. Oh!" he chuckled "quess what?! the wolf is hungry!" a short silence lingered over us "and tears the puppy appart" a grin was plastered on his face

"James you-" I cut Jorge off, this was my problem

"you know what?" he raised an eyebrow "you are right" I remarked

"really?" his voice filled with disbelieve

"yes! because, I ran away and I pretty mutch look like a lost puppy, isnt it?" I asked him, before he could reply I got on "but I might be torn into schreads, but I didnt die, I came back to resolve all my problems" a smirk played on my lips as James narrowed his eyes

"and how is that going? failing misarrably?" Jorge took a step closer to me.

"it's going pretty well" where the sudden boost of confidence came from? I dont know. I only know I'm glad it's here.