Rivals (or nah)

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an: hi! I just wanted to say that I started this story last year, (May 1, 2013 , and it's still April, so it's not a whole year yet. lol). I originally posted it on the 1dff site but like after a while I guess I put it on hiatus. But now I'm going to continue it. :-) Oh, and before, it was called My Beautiful Enemy. But now I don't really care for that title haha. (even though i still abbreviate it and call it 'mbe' whenever i'm talking about it to my friend) So i hope you like it and tell me what you think in the comments? and if you want vote, it'd make my day ♡

I breathed in the smoke from the cigarette before letting it out, in the cold air. With my slightly wornout, black high top converse I put out the cigarette after I threw it to the floor.

"You know, you really shouldn't smoke," said a guy with really nice blue eyes. His light brown hair was in a quiff. "It's not good for you." He was smoking as well as he stood slightly away from me.

"Then why are you smoking?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Habbit," he shrugged. As he put out his own fag with his white converse. 

"See ya around, doll face."

-

While I sat on the floor in the alley, I waited for a familiar whistle. Once I heard it, I got up, walking around, looking lost. A small car came in, saw me, and stopped. A man who looked to be in about his mid twenties rolled down his window, "What's wrong sweetheart? Are ya lost?" His face was plastered with a smirk.

I pouted my lip and nodded, "And my bag got stuck in that bush, could you help me get it out?"

"Anything for you, sweetheart," he said as he got out of his car, taking my bag out of the bush with ease. He smirked, walking towards me, handing me the black bag. "Does that get me a reward?"

I smirked closing the gap between us, making circles in his chest with my bony fingers. "How about," I whispered into his ear, his breath coming out more rugged, "a kiss on the cheek?"

I didn't wait for a response though, and my lips soon attached to his rough skin. As that happened, I took my pocket knife from my back pocket and stabbed him in the stomach. I stepped back, glaring at him with my hazel eyes, as he bent over and clutched his stomach. "You bitch! What the fuck was that for!?"

"Danny needs his money. This is your warning, meat head. If he doesn't have it by 5 o'clock tomorrow, it'll be worse than this. Bye," I sang the last part, waving my hand and walking away.

"Oh," I turned around briefly before speaking again, "and I'm not your sweetheart." With that, I ran off. But as I ran the way to my flat, I couldn't help but feel that someone was watching me.

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"Jade." Ugh, why must people bother me at such ungodly hours?

"Jade." I sank further into the sheets, burying my head and neck under the pillow, trying to block them out and go back to sleep.