'currently writing this on a nine hour airplane journey lol'
Here you finally get a break from all the drama, with a cute and fluffy bella (blake and stella's ship name that we settled for) chapter. Here we gooo.
Song/s for this chapter -
Moonlight by Ariana Grande.
Fall by Justin Bieber (IS LIKE THE MOST PERFECT SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER)
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I finally felt like myself again. Me and Blake sat on the porch joking about random things till 2 am. For some time, I forgot everything. It felt as if everything could be worried about later. Right now, this was my priority. As I started feeling sleepy, we decided to head home.
And, here I was, riding shotgun, while Blake was driving.
"What about Trisha?", I ask Blake, curious to know.
"What about her", he says, maintaining a neutral tone and expression.
"You just left her. I mean, she's your girlfriend", I say, with a hint of sarcasm and amusement in my voice.
"I'll end things with her in school on Monday, or I'll call her over the weekend", he says, while increasing the volume of the music. I couldn't let him "end things" with her so casually. Even if they were not serious, and she didn't mean a lot to him, he couldn't just break up with her like that.
"No", I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"No what?", Blake asked, while chuckling.
"No. You can't just break up with her like that. You'll go to her personally and say something, I don't know. Okay?"
"Okay, babe", Blake said, and I dozed off to sleep then and there.
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"Stella!", Alex moaned, as he thrusted deeper into me.
Wow, this felt good.
"Baby, harder!", I shouted, as my need for him increased, more and more.
"Stella!", Alex let out a loud moan as he climaxed all over the sheets.
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"Stella!"
I opened my eyes to see Blake kneeling in front of me, I was in a car. Blake's car. That was a dream.
That was a horrible dream. Nothing else.
"Fuck, Stells. Why are you sweating so much?", he asked, placing his hand on my forehead.
"N-nothing, just a bad dream, I guess", I reply, not sure if details about the dream were important enough.
"Bad dream, huh? More like a nightmare. You were practically squirming in your seat", Blake says, doubting my answer. I was always a bad liar, and Blake knew that better than anyone else.
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Novela Juvenil"Stella, you dress like a slut, you walk like a slut, you talk like a slut, hell you are a slut! So, behave like one." She loved small clothes, high heels, and cute boys. But again, who doesn't? But was this what she actually wanted, needed? //She...
