rome bolted out of class right as the bell rang, storming down the halls, taking turns, swimming through crowds of people, until he arrived at her locker.
his eyes moved up and down the halls for any sign of her familiar curls but he saw nothing.
"fuck, fuck." he mumbled, wishing he had his phone. wanting to just hear her voice. he thought the worse immediately.
images of her and carter kissing flashed his vision. her hands around his neck. his roughly peeling off her clothes. damnit, he wanted to kill carter.
he banged his clenched fist against the metal lockers and stormed down the hall just as the bell rang. he ignored people's concerned look and pushed the doors open, letting the cold breeze of the parking lot flood his system.
he let out uneasy pants, just realizing he was holding his breath.
quickly, rome jumped into his car and bolted out of the lot, swerved down the streets, cutting people off, got cursed at. his mind was elsewhere.
somewhere a girl with curly hair was.
he needed to see her.
needed to know if she was okay.
needed.
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rome and clem
خيال (فانتازيا)Her lips were flames on his icy skin. Melting his frozen heart. #386 FANTASY © 2017, mads
