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"You can't keep dancing with the devil and then wonder why you're still in Hell."

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Susannah Gonzales

    She didn't attend the next few of her classes. Instead she waited and when the beautiful devil left her hallway, she receeded back.

    She never expected to fall in love like you fell ill.

    Especially not with a sickness that contained icy blue eyes and hair as dark as his soul.

    With that thought in her puzzle-like mind she took a drag from her cigarette. She leaned her head back against the wall as she let the smoke settle in her lungs. She exhaled and when she opened her eyes she found big brown ones staring right back at her.

    Susannah couldn't help but feel jealous of the beautiful girl in front of her. Her chocolate brown skin brought out her eyes and her black hair fell to her waist. She had big, thick glasses that framed her face and was clutching a book to her chest.

    When the girl uttered the words Susannah had been longing to hear, a frown fell across her pale face. The words were from the wrong person. Not from the boy with the beautiful blue eyes that captivated her like the ocean captivated its viewers. His eyes had also repulsed her similarly to the sea pushing away the sand. The words the poor girl had said now sat in the air between the two souls. I'm sorry. The words were simple, but had made her thoughts turn painfully nostalgic, and not just from the hours before. I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was here.

    "Woah, you kinda zoned out there for a second. Sorry if I freaked you out. Are you okay?"

    She had said the killing word again. Susannah wanted nothing for than to hit that dreadful look of concern off the girl's face. Why was she even here? Susannah was surely frightened that someone had found her not-so-discreet alcove. Especially a goody-two-shoes like the one stood in front of her. Little Ms. Goody-Goody was probably going to tell on her. No one was supposed to be in the C hallway. Then Susannah remembered something. If she told on me she'd get in trouble, too. With that thought, Susannah said the only words that were coming to mind.

"Why the hell are you here? You're not supposed to be here."

The girl looked taken aback by Susannah's rude words. Susannah knew what she had said was hypocritical. She also knew that the girl would use that against her.

"If I'm not, than neither are you."

Susannah was infuriated at this poor, beautiful girl. She hadn't been having the best of days and this surely was not helping. Susannah slowly stood up and glowered at the girl who had fear and regret in her eyes. She hissed out a sentence that had been uttered to her on numerous occasions by her parents. The way Susannah said this phrase, though, was not nearly as dissonant. She said the words that had left her on the streets many times. She looked at the girl with the innocent, fearful, chocolate brown eyes and said one simple expression.

"Get the hell out."

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