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"Perfect! Perfect ! It has to be perfect! "I mumble to myself. I scribble hard on the sketch pad, the memory of him overwhelming me. I feel the room flood with people and I put my sketch pad away. Time for the fake smiles.
I'm hurdled in a corner and I hurriedly pull out the sketch pad. Every time I envision him it's like the first time we met. No, I met him. He surely doesn't know me. I mean how could he? I continue assaulting the sheet with my vigorous strokes trying to put an in containable man on a piece of paper.
He gets in the room, a bag hung haphazardly onto his shoulder blade. I like him like this;all messy and disheveled. I stare at him biting my lip ferociously and containing that chuckle inside me. He fills up my mind, this man.
He doesn't glance my way, he never does! It's like he doesn't know me and I know him. I smile at the kiss I'd stolen. I'm his mystery woman. I tug at my hair momentarily lost in the memory of our tongue intimacy.
I don't feel him come up to me. I don't even realize that I'm the only one left in class now. I see his hands grab at my desk and I scamper, hiding the sketch pad.
"The pad miss," he orders without emotion displayed on his face. I hug it closely.
"I can't. "I reply weakly.
He pulls it from my grip and I stand up immediately trying to get it back. His lips lift in a smile.
"You got my lips wrong lolly. "he murmurs a dark glint in his eyes.
"Pardon me? "I ask in a gasp.
"Let the teacher teach you. "he says crushing his lips onto mine murmuring "this outta jog your memory -lolly! "He whispers seductively amid the sedating kiss.
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ContoI watched him pull the trigger, blank.... There was only two of us left either me or the guy next to me. It was never the last guy. He tosses me the gun. My palms are sweaty, I could barely maintain my grip. "Fucking pull the trigger! "I hear someo...
