Jacob POV
I have to put myself together. I got up from my front porch and wiped my tears away. I have to be a man and plea my case. I don't want Lacie to hate me... I love her and I don't want to lose her, I probably should have thought about this before I fucked up... it would have saved me a lot of trouble. I walk into the house and take a nice quick warm shower. Lately my wolf side has been under control, and thankfully I have mastered the control of my mood. Although, the next full moon is coming up soon. Hopefully nothing goes wrong. I hop out the shower and look for a nice clean suit to wear, my apology will be sincere and full of love. She may not forgive me there on the spot obviously, but it's the thought that counts... right? I gel down my hair, spray cologne and I fly out the door.
As I turn unto Lacie's Street, I pass by a beautiful flower arrangement store. I park the car and get off, I wonder what Lacie would like, there were so many choices. Roses, Daisies, Lilies and Tulips, in every color imaginable.
"Mhm..." I walk around wondering.
"Excuse me may I help you sir"?
A short petite brunette women approached me.
"Ugh.. yes actually", I smile half heartedly.
"Whats the occasion"?
I laugh a little. "Pft.. Well you see I messed up with my girlfriend.. like really really bad, and I don't know which flowers she would like".
"Ahhh I see..". She puts her hand on her chin and thinks.
"If i may ask, will you describe this girl to me"?
"Well, she's beautiful.. she has caramel skin, brown eyes, black hair. She is the most kindest and generous person in the world. She's funny and loving. I want to give her the world..." .
The lady clerk smiles lovingly. "I see you love her very much".
"Yeah... I do".
She looks around the store one more time. She snaps her fingers. "Ahh I know".
She runs over to the right side of the store and she picks these crimson red roses. The deep red is so vivid my eyes have to blink a few times too be able to keep looking at it.
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Is the world against me?
Teen FictionAs little girls we are told our princes will come. That we would be Beautiful,Smart and Kind. That we would have a Happily Ever After. But all of a sudden you're 16 crying at the top of your lungs with a box of tissues, so young yet so full of hate...