Wait... Did i just hear Samuel Wilkinson Right? He still loves me? How. I thought he hated me, he litteraly bullied me my whole Sophomore year. I'm shook.
"W-what"? I say just above a whisper.
"I am in love with you Stass, So damn in love with you"
If i thought i was at a loss for words in the car... boyyy was i in for a treat.
"Sam I'm just going to be completely honest right now" i say with a sigh
"Go ahead" he says, his eyes lighten and a flash of hope seems to go across.
Oh no.. "I have no words"
"Wait what?"
"I don't know what to say Sam.. this was three years ago.. I don't love you anymore .. hell I don't love anyone" that felt so bad to say, I wish i could say I love him to make him feel a little ease but i think i like Gilinsky.. Maybe i like Logan.. or maybe I like Johnson hell i have no idea.. but i do know one thing. I don't "love" anyone.
"I figured" he hangs his head
"So... why are we here" i say looking around, a chill running up my spine. Memories i never thought i would have to think about again came flooding in my brain.
"I just miss it.. are you okay?" He says, noticing the uneasiness in my face. He has no idea
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I slip into my black dress liking how it fits my body. Today is the day of the funeral. I really don't want to go, but Mr. Wilkinson was a great man and i feel it's only right.
The only good thing about this is Jack will be there. I can't wait to see just how attractive he is in a tux..mmm
"Stass Darling, Mia's here" i hear my mom say from the bottom of the steps.
"Okayy" i say slipping my heals on and beginning to walk down the steps.
"Hi" i say to Mia
"Hey, how are you" she says grabbing my shoulder
"Well I'm fine, I didn't know him super well just enough to pay respects. Thanks so much for coming with me though"
"Oh girl don't mention it, no Monday at school? Just fine with me."
"Yeah, i guess. Mr Pauls test was today"
"Maybe you can make it up after school" she winks
"Ha ha, very funny" I sarcastically remark, but if I'm honest, i hope so.
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We walk in the funeral home and automatically i catch a bad vibe. I don't like these places. My popa died when i was about 13 and that was my first time in a funeral home. Let's just say the experience was NOT great.
"Stass?" I hear a voice say, not able to identify i turn and look over my shoulder do reveal someone I absolutely did not expect.
"Logan?" I question.. what the hell is he doing here
"What are you doing here? I thought you hated Mr. Wilkinson?" He says.. obviously confused
"Welll, hates a big word, actually he's my ex and he is apparently still in love with me.." i say , laughing a little"
"Ha, still?" He says with a small laugh and rubbing his chin, I could have sworn i saw jealousy flash across his eyes. Crazy
"Yeah" i say scratching my head at the awkwardness "so did you give that test today?"
"Well obviously I didn't, but the sub did" he says, he seems mad.
"Oh... do you think i could make it up?" I smile
"And what would i get in return?" He smirks
"What would you want" i bite my lip, trying to turn him on because he's freaking yoked why wouldn't I?
"You" he smiles he grabs my face as he leans in...
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Cliffhanger!
Feels great to be back❤️
I decided my Pop wouldn't want me to be sad, so i decided to get back to doing what i love, and thats writting this story❤️
Sorry for the wait🙂
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Fanfiction"I don't know about this Mr Paul" "Shhh it's our dirty little secret" WARNING: Mature Content (Discontinued)
