I did not seriously just wink at Noah Clayton.
How dare I flirt with him. I am confused at my own actions. Not only has my body betrayed me with that killer electricity when he touched me. But my brain has as well. I didn't know one could be so pissed at themselves. God. Noah. Frickin. Clayton. Go. Away. Please. I don't need you wrecking my world all over again....
Did I mention I had a boyfriend. An amazing boyfriend, he is funny, tall, and has perfectly floppy hair. Therefore, I can not
co-exist with Noah Clayton. It is just merely impossible. I have a boyfriend and killer butterflies that weren't created by my perfect boyfriend.
*This chapter is hella short and I haven't updated in forever, but it's something, lol.*
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His Name was Noah
Roman pour AdolescentsHe entered my world at the age of five, and began destroying it. He was fire and I was ice, and his name was Noah.
