I didn't ask for this.
I don't need you. Oh god.... What if I want you. Poor Daniel. I love Daniel. But Noah Clayton was the love of my childhood. Daniel is my boyfriend by the way. If I didn't mention that. I mean ofcourse I didn't. I was to busy talking about a different stupid boy. I am the worst. I swear I am. What can I do? I'll text Daniel.. that will make things better..... Hopefully he isn't sleeping. I guess it is only 11.
Me: Hey Babe, wyd? ❤
{11:03}
Daniel: Trying to sleep, but obviously I am awake, miss u though.
{11:09}
Me: Miss you, goodnight love.
{11:12}
Daniel: Goodnight Babe.
{11:15}
Damn I didn't mean to end the conversation so quickly. I need to sleep. But I can't, so I guess i'll look you up on Facebook. I know I shouldn't but then I found my fingers typing "Noah Clayton" in the search bar. So you recently got out of a relationship and lived in Florida for a year. Interesting how much you can find out from facebook. Does this mean I am a stalker. Oh god I did not just look you up. Ugh, go to bed Beatrice.
* This book is written as if Beatrice is writing to Noah Clayton, if you were confused by the writing style.*
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His Name was Noah
Teen FictionHe entered my world at the age of five, and began destroying it. He was fire and I was ice, and his name was Noah.
