I cursed myself a thousand times, how the fuck did I see her?! How in the world am I suposed to go away.
While cursing myself out in my head, I walked to my own apartment and found a little surprise.
My ex boyfriend waiting for me at my door.
"What so you want, Dylan?" I asked in a annoyed tone. He shrugged and smirked at me. His eyes traveled a little more than what pleases me, and eventually, his eyes flickered to my own.
"You know what I want. I want the money and the information." I groaned as I stuffed my hand into my pocket and took out the 200 dollars I owe him.
"Fuck you." I mumbled under my breath.
"Now tell me about the girl," he said flatly.
"There's nothing to tell," I shrugged.
"You owed me a conversation, and finding information about her! Can't you forget that you have to protect her and finally get your head in the game?"
I chucked, "someone's selfish," I stared right into his eyes, "just how you were when we were together. Why in the world did I ever say, 'I love you'?"
"Because you loved me and had a clear head."
I smirked, "well not anymore."
An annoyed expression was plastered on his facial expressions, "bitch,"
I chucked and walked away. My dear, and live, you are now mine.
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The Girl and the Shark
أدب المراهقينLydia West was a girl with a bright personality a beautiful bright springy girl. Her lips were cherry red, glistening in the sunlight. Her eyes were beautiful pale colors, piercing different people. Her smile was contagious, in which, even I can't h...
