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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A string of lights hung freely from the ceiling, wrapping around every inch of the black wall. Each lightbulb was a different color which illuminated a rainbow onto my pale skin. A large poster of Tupac was taped poorly onto the wall and it was hanging alongside a poster of Nirvana. A dusty desk with carvings scribbled onto it sat in the corner of the room. Multiple pieces of glass—bongs, bowls, pipes, and more cluttered the desk. Fluorescent patches of light swirled around in the glass, making me stare at them in awe.
An old pizza box sat firmly on top of the plasma-screen TV. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, but other than that, the room was decently clean. I gazed around the room and something had caught my attention. I stood up and walked over. Bending down, I reached out and picked up an object that had appeared to be rubbery and egg-shaped. I stood up with the object in my hands and turned it over. I flipped the small switch that was located on the bottom, and it started vibrating. My whole arm ignited in tingles and I dropped it to the ground. Realizing what exactly the object was, I began to blush.
"The Easter bunny gave me that a while ago."
I jumped up and whipped around. Justin stood there, leaning against his doorway. A smirk began to tug at his lips when he had noticed my rosy, red cheeks.
"Why do you have that in here?" I bit my lip, "isn't that for girls?"
"That's the point," he deadpanned. He walked over and sat on his bed. I could hear everyone's voices booming from downstairs, gossiping about Justin and I. Justin had invited me into his bedroom, and of course, I complied because I don't have a backbone—I really need one of those. I earned a few glares from a couple of girls, especially the one with the platinum blonde hair. When Justin gripped around my wrist, I noticed her face twist into a painful expression, and I couldn't help but wonder why.
Usually, I would have went into cardiac arrest from touching his special, vibrating easter egg. But, I couldn't remove that girl's hurt expression from my brain. It was permanently etched into the back of my mind and it bothered me.
"Who's that girl?" I asked, feeling nervousness bubble in the pit of my stomach. Justin looked over with a playful expression on his face. He was amused.
"There are multiple girls downstairs, doll," he replied cockily. A grin casted onto his face and he cocked his brow.
"I'm talking about the blonde one. The one with all that eye-makeup," I explained, getting more agitated by the second.
He laughed, "That's Vicky. She's like in love with me."
He leaned backwards onto his bedpost with his arms behind his head for support. His biceps almost ripped through his tightly-fitted t-shirt when he adjusted his body. I bit my lip and looked down, trying to restrict myself from staring. He was already cocky enough. I wasn't going to feed into his enormous ego.
