Welcome to the States, Good Girl (J and S sequel to Bad Boy's Broken Cinderella)

I Am Dying of Love

I Am Dying of Love

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"Oh Savannah...where are you?" her cruel voice, sickly sweet, spread through the library like toxic gas. Her presence had very quickly torn down the shaky walls of my brick sanctuary, and the sourness of her intents seemed to curdle the pages of the books, new and old alike.

Curling up in a dank shadow, I attempted to hide my small, shaking form like a cornered cat, hissing and spitting at her for poisoning one of my greatest safe houses.

Her lean, perfect form rounded the corner, her coiled curls gleaming in the dim light of the large library. In a last, unsuccessful, attempt to hide myself from her I curled up behind my blonde wave of hair and pulled my knees up to my chest. If she had brought a guy with her to hurt me at least only my shins would be bruised from his biting kicks instead of my ribs.

Her high heels still managed to make a sharp padding noise along the carpet as she strode to a stop in front of me. Not daring to look up, I focused on my scraped and scabbed knees until I started to see stars in my vision.

Finally, after an agonizing silence, she spoke, "Attempting to hide from me in a library?" I heard her jeer. "Pathetic." I remained silent, knowing that any form of reaction or retaliation would only bring her more pleasure.

"What's this?" I heard her say, but I wasn't fast enough as she ripped the book I had been reading from my hands.

This time, I opened my mouth in silent protest and moved to take back the stolen book, but I stopped as out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. From behind the looming bookshelves stepped three of Jena's friends, ready to swiftly stop any of my attempts and label it as "self defense".

Gingerly, I moved back to my previous fetal position.

Smirking, Jena began to flip through the pages of the stolen book. It was a new teen romance that I had been enraptured with until the familiar sharp clacks began to bounce along the tall bookcases, drawing me back to reality. 

With a bored expression, Jena flipped quickly through the pages before stopping suddenly, an evil glint lighting up her viciously pretty almond eyes.

"Oh, Savannah," she crooned, painfully drawing out my name. "I understand now why you're always so obsessed with this sort of book." Confused, I dared to look up.

Her fake smile had been replaced by an icy sneer. Raising her eyebrows in an unnaturally delicate fashion, Jena shut the book in her hand with a resounding snap. Her other hand rested on her perfectly curved hip like a wicked villainess.

Looking down her nose at me she said in an icily sympathetic voice, "You know no one will ever love you, so all you can do is read about." She bent down in front of me so we were eye level and she put a perfect pointer finger under my chin, raising it up, and making me shiver as hatred flared through every fiber. "It's pathetic, really," she cooed. "This is the closest thing that you'll ever get to actually experiencing true love." Her eyes turned cold as she snarled, "Enjoy it."

She stood up quickly and threw the book disgustedly back at me. I flinched as the spine cracked against the carpeted floor.

Eyes glinting with malice, Jena spat out, "No man would ever want to kiss you." Turning on her heel, Jena sashayed out of the library with her friends in tow of her clicking heels.