(Swearing Warning. PG15)
Melanie. A typical 17 year old girl. Or so everyone thought. She would say "If you ever read my thoughts, you would be terrified"
Tyler. 17 year old boy with fluffy brown hair. Normal looking. Not so normal thinking.
Josh. A...
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I finished from the bathroom quite quickly. While I was in there, I heard thumping up the stairs. Tyler. I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. My face was pretty scrapped up. I had a scratch across my cheek, some kind of thing like a cut. Definitely not from a human hand. Tomorrow I'll ask Sarah if she saw anything that could have caused that. My arms were pretty much all purple. My legs also had a couple grazes. Underneath my nose, blood pretty much got into the foundation I wore and dried there. If I was at home I probably would have it off. I checked the draw. Well, wipes will do for now. I wiped my foundation (and dried blood) off. Then I went back to Tyler. I was planning to scare him until something scared me. He. Wasn't. There. Then I heard snickering. I lifted up the covers. He was there. Shirtless, might I add. He looked at me in the eye. We were stuck in this trance like thing. Until, after a while, his lips met mine. We were fine until I got a surprise. He flipped me over next to him. Never breaking the kiss. Then, he put his hands on my hips.
