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HIS
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Paris is simply beautiful.
Inside and out. She had that peaceful aura that surrounds her and everyone she comes in contact with but she also has that strong and independent aura as well. I know I'm in love with her, there's no doubt about it. The moment I saw her, I knew she was the one for me.
As I head to school, grinning like a loony, I recognise her car parked against the side of the road besides a familiar black Mercedes Benz. I narrow my eyes and park my car two blocks down then I get out to check what's happening. I walk down, hands shoved in my pocket, then peak into the ally way. I swear my heart stopped when I see what's happening.
The betrayal. The heartache. It's like sophomore year all over again.
I stumble back, trying to catch my breath then when I think I'm okay, I look back to see if it is real. Her hair, so recognisable and so beautiful, tangled within his finger as he kisses her and claims her.
Blake. Blake. Paris. Blake. Paris.
Anger boils in me and I back away from the sinful sight in front of me. Hate boils in me, my thirst for revenge thrives in me once again. Then all of a sudden, a lone tear falls and I collapse onto the ground. Alone, once again....
....I jumped out of my bed with a start, my heart beating quickly as sweat trickles onto my cheek and the whole room feels as if it's suffocating me. I try to level my breathing by inhaling and exhaling to get all the fresh air I need to stop my heart from thumping out of its rhythmic tune.
It was a dream. It was just a dream.
She would never hurt me, she wouldn't. However I can't stop myself from feeling a little bit of doubt that I know is going to destroy us and I can't let that happen.
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HER
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The carnival is on Wednesday and that morning, everything is hectic and busy. Teachers order students around, girls got their 'slutty' self ready for the kissing booth and boys took their shirts off, flexing in front of girls, who just swoons at the sight.
Yep, this is High School.
As I stroll through the field, ordering or correcting people's mistake, I recognise Jay over at the Kissing Booth. My eyes narrow as I stalk down to him, surprised to find him there. He's talking to his Travis and Leo, grinning like a loony while girls watch them with their beady eyes. As I storm down to them, Travis sees me, his eyes widening in fear as he murmurs something to Jay, who then turns around, eyes wide open.
"Babe, wanna tell me why you are here?" I say in my sweet, innocent voice but venom laces through my tone.
He gulps inaudibly. "Helping the fair out?"
His statement comes out more like a question so my eyes narrow down onto him like he's a prey.
"At the kissing booth?" I question.
"No!" He quickly says but then I raise my eyes and in a quite voice, he mutters. "Maybe."
I roll my eyes and walk away, annoyed and angry. "Jerk." I whisper under my breath but I know he heard me.
When the boys doesn't see me, I sneak past them and walk toward the girls at the kissing booth, who are all wearing bikinis or really small clothing. The conversation begins to die down when they realise I am coming over.
"Hey, Paris." One says to me and I send a nod to her in respect before turning my attention to all of them.
"Here's the deal," I say and they all close around me. "Make sure no one touches Jay or I will hurt your reputation and make sure no boy will touch those pretty lips again. Understand?"
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