~Shane's P.O.V~
It is like magic watching how Cole is so comfortable on the stage. I wonder do she know the talent scout is out there? I see Stone on the sidelines,smiling. Anger erupts inside me. I get out my seat and walk over to him. "Hey,du-" I punch him as hard as I can. He fights back but I have always been the strongest one in the group. People try to pull me off him. "COLE!"a girl yells. I don't stop. "GO GET COLE!" I realized the girl is Cole's friend,Poppy. We are in so much trouble. I feel Cole's hands. Then they disappear. I see her face,tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please,stop." She begs. That girl is my weakness. I stop and let Vincent pull me off. Stone is unconscious and I feel like I'm dying. "Cole,-" I start but can't finish. "God,I wish I never spoke. None of this would have happened if I was quiet." She blames herself. Poppy comforts her. "It isn't your fault." After an hour,the ambulance get here. The whole time Cole haven't looked at me yet. "Cole."I whisper,knowing that whatever I say can't make her feel better. "I wish you weren't so jealous. I wish I could trust you again with my secrets."She say,staring at the floor. I sigh. "I don't know.Maybe I was stupid for thinking that the school's play boy would ever give a damn about me." She pours out. "I am done being vulnerable. I am done being played like a game." She looks up at me. "Guess what? Game over,bitch." I clench my teeth. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She chuckle lowly. "I am fucking tired of hearing that! Clearly you like killing softly!" I swallow,feeling horrible. "I do love you." She gets angrier. "BULLSHIT! YOU DON'T LOVE ME! IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL LOVE,YOU FUCKING BASTARD!?" I close my eyes. "Calm down,Cole. You don't mean that and you know it." I hear her punch something. "WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT YOU DON'T A FUCKING THING ABOUT ME?! GET THAT SHIT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL!" I watch her. "I love you." I say. She laughs. "Go suck a dick,bitch."
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Is It Love?
Teen FictionHe was rich. I was poor. He had his life in the bag. I didn't want my life. He loved me. I didn't know if I loved him. He was mine. I was his. He was sane. I was insane.
