He was an enigma,
and she wasn't.
He had many secrets,
and she had one.
He was a protector,
and she needed protection.
He had strong shoulders,
and she needed one to cry on.
He was alive,
and she was empty inside.
But he gave her that rush of adre...
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T H R E E
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"You shouldn't do that," I mumbled as he lit his third cigarette in a row. Smiling, he puffed out the smoke. The smoke poured out of his mouth like wispy clouds, moving through the sky. Every time he took a hit, his jawline clenched, causing it to sharpen; it was so sharp that it could literally cut the air.
"And you shouldn't drag race with strangers who have face tattoos, but you still did it anyway. Didn't you?" he teased. He looked over at me and sent me a cheeky wink. When he winked at me his face tattoo wrinkled, deforming the word that was printed at the top of his brow bone. But nevertheless, it was oddly mesmerizing. The word "angel" was perfectly inked onto his face, the words were curvy as if it was written in cursive, but it wasn't. Each letter was perfectly etched onto his face as if it took hours to tattoo each individual one.
"I was forced against my will to do that. Never again," I murmured, looking out the window. Rain splattered all over the street, causing a trickling noise to echo throughout the streets. I stared at two individual water droplets on the window. The two rain droplets oozed down the window, causing me to stare intently, as if they were competing in a race. The one droplet sped down the window, passing the other by a split second. That droplet represented Justin, and the other one, represented Chris as it moved sluggishly behind the other. I let out a small giggle to myself as the Justin droplet soared off of the window, winning the race.
Justin made a sharp turn down the street, causing my body to jolt to the side. "You know—" he paused, looking over at me with his piercing, hazel orbs. "I wouldn't have won that race if it weren't for you. You're my good luck charm, doll face. Embrace it. I don't like many people."
"Wow, I'm absolutely honored," I uttered with sarcasm lacing around my words. "I am not a good luck charm—nothing of the sort. I am literally a curse. I'm warning you now."
Go home.
It's late...
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Just because people treat you like you're some curse, doesn't mean that you are one. Rise above it. Half of the girls are just jealous that you fucked Jared. The rest of them are just followers who are too afraid of being critiqued, sweetheart. Don't let their words define you," he cooed sympathetically.
My heart began to swell—not with happiness, but with darkness. His words were strung together so perfectly, making me feel cared for. But the truth is, he doesn't know me.
And, I didn't fuck Jared. He fucked me.
"I didn't fuck Jared," I hissed, feeling anger overcome me. I felt my fingertips begin to tense, and curve. My body began to tingle lightly.
It wasn't Justin's fault, it really wasn't.
I couldn't control it, though.
"You don't have to lie, Nova. I don't care who smashes your cakes to smithereens." Smirking at me, he looked over and cocked an eyebrow. He let out a small chuckle as he gripped tightly onto the wheel, swerving us around carelessly.
