Hell Is A Teenage Girl.

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#It took me only a week to update, so I'll try to update weekly because I already lost a lot of readers and only got myself to blame, so..

#Dedicated to DollarMaker for the sweet comments and the votes she left here, thank you so much ♥.

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❝I    never   meant     to   start    a fire,
I never   meant to make you bleed,
I'll      be        a    better   man   today
I'll       be     good,     I'll      be     good
And I'll love the world, like I should❞

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         Mayhem bolted down the woods path to the steady rhythm of music. Stick sweat soaked his dark hoodie. He panted as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Something about the late night jogs made him feel revived.

        Running taught Mayhem about life, that every little thing is broken down into one step at a time. That's as easy and as hard as every task is. If he looked ahead at how far the run is, maybe he'll never begin. So he never over thought it, he just ran, always.

        When his rasping throat was as parched as a dead man in the desert sun, when the trees were no longer in sight, he knew he was no longer in the woods, but in the heart of the town. Velvet Anchor Gardens were quiet at this time of the night, no kids playing, no cars rolling around the street, no bakeries opening their doors. The whole town was asleep. He removed his earbuds, making sure to pause the song he was listening to.

        He stopped at the old erect water fountain. It stood here as long as Mayhem could remember, he was used to playing here as a child. He remembered his mom pushing him to run with the other kids but he always ended up sitting in front of the fountain, taking in every detail; The water was pouring down the sculptured eagle which was in a landing position, his wings spread widely in the air, eyes so lethal, as he gripped an Ouroboros aggressively.

        Maybe he was always one of the outcast children.

        Mayhem snapped out of his memories when the giant street clock hit midnight. It was time to go home, his mother would be waiting for him now, she was never able to sleep alone in that house.

        He stopped to take a look around when he had the feeling of someone watching him. He rarely met anyone here this late, he heard footsteps heading his direction and he saw a familiar combination of blond locks and green eyes.

        Heidi faked a surprised look when she stopped by Mayhem. Her hair neatly pulled in a ponytail, a bottle of water still untouched in her hands. She raised her finger in the air before putting both her hands on her knees as if she were tired of running.

-"Fancy seeing you here" She spoke after few short breaths. He smirked, shamelessly eying her slim body. The charm of Heidi's physique stole insensibly upon people. The lines of her body were long, clean and symmetrical; it was a body which occasionally fell into splendid poses.

-"Jogging?" He asked and she nodded enthusiastically. "No stains on your clothes" He noticed

-"Sweat absorbing material" She shrugged.

-"How long have you been jogging?" The smirk kept playing on his lips and when Heidi's eyes fell on them, he purposely slid his tongue on his dehydrated lips, making her distracted. Mayhem Laurent never missed a chance to flirt, he was a natural born charmer. "Eyes up here" He snapped his fingers, making Heidi tear her eyes away from his lips.