As I walk down the street I couldn't help but remember the screams and tears of Cleo. Every time Cleo cried or screamed I felt a stabbing pain grow sharper at my heart. It was terrible. Why did I get involved with her. She isn't worth it. Or is she? Yea she's has beau fitful green eyes, gorgeous brown hair, retry pale skin, and an awesome personality. As I keep on daydreaming about Cleo jack texts me.
Him: bruh
Me: hey wyd
Him: nothing much hbu
Me: walking home from a friends house
Him:who's the friend
Me:her name is Cleo
Him: you mean Cleo the one who gets laid all the time Cleo?
Me: what do you mean?
Him: Veronica told me she goes around getting laid with every guy possible
Me: that's not true she's way better than that she has more things to her than that how could Veronica say that?
Him: idk man
Me: you know what? how about you and Veronica shove your heads up your asses
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Butterfly love
Teen FictionSo um this is my first time on watt pad. I understand that you can leave comments and like story's so please if I write horrible story's don't Jude please! Ok so I'm I'm going to give you a small preview on the story butterfly love. So the character...
