Accidents Happen- (Bad Boy/Good Girl Love Story)

Accidents Happen- Chapter 2

Okay, I made both those new covers myself, because I FINALLY found the resize button on Photobucket (god I'm dense. I hope you all find it endearing.) And not to brag, but I think they are BEAUTIFUL. I'm not usually like... graphic art handy. I'm more of a pencil/paint type, so I was proud. But anyways! Lemme begin. By the way, here's a shout out to Memories_Hurt_13. I don't know if you read this story, but if you do, <3. If you don't? Still <3. And a big thanks to unicorn_glitter, Steelshade (I LOVE YOU *HYPERVENTILATES* I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU LIKE ME YOU STILL SEEM LIKE A CELEBRITY TO ME OR SOMETHING), XxLoveMeLikeIamxX, and alwaysneedsacat (who has a badass username) for fanning. So here I go.

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Zella's POV

I once again wrenched myself out of his arms, flailing and stumbing about, feeling very irritated. "This is no laughing matter! I can't talk about this later, this is important because I had sex with you, and I-"

Laurence cut me off, finshing my sentence, "loved it?"

"NO!!!" I screeched. "I was GOING to say that I told you I loved you when I didn't mean it," I told him, lying through my teeth.

His beautiful face instantly transformed from a gentle smile to a look of total, crushing defeat. His eyes looked sad, and my heart wrenched, knowing I had hurt him.

"You shouldn't love me, Laurence. I'm nothing but wrong for you," I whispered, my voice cracking and my throat beginning to ache, telling me that I was fighting back tears. 

He held his head in his hands, and I heard him breathing deeply, then I heard him letting out strange heaving noises. I walked closer to him, and saw that his body was actually being racked with sobs. I walked closer and wrapped my arms around him. 

He pushed me off of him, then hissed, "Don't touch me, you manipulative bitch. You tell me you love me and I pour my heart out to you, then let you steal my virginity. And after you've sobered up, you say you don't really love me, and you didn't mean to have sex with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Get out of my house."

I opened my mouth, trying to respond, but he threw my clothes at me, and growled, "Get the hell out. I never want to see you again. People like you are sick."

My mouth dropped open. Laurence had never spoken to me like this. 

"Laurence, wait, I didn't-" he cut me off, and pushed me out the door.

"If you want to explain, maybe come back later, when I don't want to stab someone as much," he said, sounding pissed. Then he slammed the door in my face. 

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I did as he said, and came back later. Like maybe 4 hours or so. I rang the doorbell over and over until an extremely pissed off Laurence opened the door.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked me, towering above me menacingly.

"I just came back to.. explain," I whispered, staring down at my ballet flats.

"I don't want an explanation," he hissed angrily.

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Laurence's POV

When she came back to explain she looked even prettier than when she left. It's some kind of secret mechanism girls have to make you like... want them more, or something. It sure as hell works though, cause she had curled her hair and and put on a pink sundress, a white sweater, and nude ballet flats, and she looked fucking adorable.

I honestly could've forgiven her right there, but I figured why not let her work for it.

She began to talk a mile a minute, saying that she didn't mean it and she really did love me, and this time she was sober, and she did enjoy the sex, and she didn't regret it, even if I didn't want her anymore, and then I just put my finger on her lips.

"If I forgive you will you shut the fuck up?" I asked her, smirking.

She nodded, staring at her shoes again and twirling a lock of her hair.

"You love me?" I asked her seriously.

She nodded, blushing from head to toe, then I pulled her into my arms. "I love you so fucking much, Zella," I whispered.

She began to cry, tears streaming down her cheeks, and I held her, letting her cry it out.

She wet my shirt, but I didn't care, because when she looked up at me, I couldn't resist her adorable face.

"Come here, princess," I said, "I've got you." She snuggled closer, and I picked her up and carried her inside, placing her on the couch with me. "But we've got to talk about our relationship."

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This isn't really a cliffhanger, but oh well. Thanks for reading! A big thanks to XxHaleyIzBeastxX for fanning, and check out my friend wecamefromnothing. That's Rachel, btw. <3 fan comment, whatever. I love critiques too, no joke. And over there is Zella. ---> AND TELL ME SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE LEIGHTON MEESTER THAT'S JUST CRAY CRAY.