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Then next day she rushed to get ready. Her alarm didnt go off, and so she looked on the homly side. Her hair was piled into a messy bun atop her head, and her eyelashes were only coated once. She slid on her largely framed glasses and pulled on a pair of black leggings, long sockmonkey socks, and a cardigan that hung lower in the back than the front. She topped it off with some black lace up boots.
Her first two classes flew by, but after lunch, her two classes seemed to take forever. While heading to her locker, Mea nearly tripped twice, and was shoved into a locker. She'd definatly have a bruis on her shoulder and hip later. Shaking it off, she opened her locker and grabbed her messanger bag shoving in text books and notes. Grabbing her spare key, she relocked the grey metal and walked into the open, strong arms of Rey.
"Hey there beautiful!" His smile made her melt into a puddle in her shoes.
Mea tried to supress the rising blush that heated her pale face. "What are you doing back so soon?" She faught at the toothy grin plucking at her lips.
"We ended it short and know Im back." I nodded as we walked, his heavy arm drapped over my shoulders. "So what are you doin this weeked?"
The blush was back and Mea couldnt even fight it off. He laughed breathily ovbiously noticing what he could do to her with his words. "I work till seven and then-" Oh God she was hanging out with Ian. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. "Then I have some stuff to do. Nothing saturday though, or sunday I dont think. You?"
His quizical stare didnt last long. It was taken by an amazing smile. "I was hoping I could do something with you. So Saturday?"
She smiled wanly. "Please."
"Then come over and we can study for the math exam and watch a movie." He ran to catch his bus spinning to look back at me and give me one last smile. He was so adorable it hurt.
An abrupt tap to her shoulder made her jump to meet a smiling pair of dark eyes.
"Hey."
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Paranormal"Help." She'd sit alone in her room at late, late twilight hours, sighlently rocking her small frame pleading with the unknown forces to free her from this never ending nightmare. Yet she knew deep down, nobody could help her. She'd have to win this...