Prologue

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Running was never one of my strong suit but I better run right now because I don't even know why that "thing" is chasing me but it is.

Then suddenly as I was about to turn around the corner, two arms trapped me with my back facing the wall and me facing an incredibly handsome face who looks kinda annoyed. Well, I'm annoyed too.

"What the heck is your problem? Why are you even mad?"

"Why were you with him? What were you talking about?"

"None of your business. What does it have to do with you on who I talk to anyways? Remember Mister, you don't own me."

"I'm not saying anything about owning you, I just don't want you talking to other guys, it irritates me"

I couldn't even get to talk back as his face closed in and I felt his lips on mine.

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