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ive always hated storms. they made me feel anxious, uneasy and paranoid. ever since i was little i swore they were out to get me.
most tragedy's happen in the rain. you're driving along the road, the rain pittering softly against your windows or if mother nature is angry, they pelt down hard, soaking the ground.
your tires slide and suddenly you're hydroplaning, your car spinning into a tree and you lose conciousness, or worse you die. maybe you get struck by lightning and instead of turning into the flash, you shrivel into a piece of burnt flesh.
possibly, your window shatters and a giant piece of glass impacts your heart and you bleed to death.
i hate storms. i always have. so that's why a very tipsy me reluctantly agreed to let Jack Avery drive me home after i was left to walk in a hideous storm because of an unfortunate event at a party i didn't want to be at, nor remembered.
except i didn't make it to bed that night. well i did, just not my own.
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groaning, i sneer at the light coming though the unsheilded window on the ceiling.
"what the hell..." i whisper to myself as i turn over, only to come face to face with a boy who shouldn't be in bed with me. i shriek, flinging myself off of the bed.
"oh my god, that was hot last night, but it so isn't right now. i'm trying to sleep" Jack Averys morning voice was sexy.
"wh-what? i- what the hell am i doing here?!" i stutter out, still on the ground. jacks head appears over the side and he gives my naked body a once over before smirking.
"was i that good ?" he laughs. i growl, rolling my eyes at the disgusting comment. i clench my fists to stop myself from attacking him.
standing up quickly, stealing the crumpled sheets hanging from the end of the bed, i wrap my body as he sits up. the blanket that was covering him falling to pool around his waist.
"what am i doing here? why are we both naked? did we have sex last night?" i rambled, whispering the last part.
"we sure did, Peach." he responded.
"fuck off with the nickname dickhead, you took advantage of me!" i replied urgently, feeling anger boil in my chest. absolutely disgusting is what it was.
"mmm- no princess, i didn't" he denied.
"i was tipsy!" i shot back, wondering what he could possibly think that caused him to disagree
"yeah, so was i. besides, i destinctly remember you telling me not to stop. if anything, you wanted it more than i did" he replied with smug look.
i flushed red and began looking around for my clothes. it was saturday and i didn't have any plans but i wanted to be home in my own bed more than anything right now.
picking up my leggings, i tugged them on before snatching up my hoodie.
"why the hell did you wear those leggings with no underwear to a party anyway? i mean someone was bound to tap that ass" i froze. what. the. hell. the nerve on this boy, he had to be the doucheist guy i had ever met, and that was saying something.
"basically what you're saying is i had it coming? news flash, fuckhead. i should be able to wear what i want without being subject to cruel animalistic behaviors from
horny teenager. there isn't a problem with what i'm wearing, it's shallow little shits like you who can't keep it in their pants" he chuckled at that,
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Fanfiction{complete} "do you love me?" i whispered. his dark eyes found mine, his lips pressing chastely against my cheek before he pulled back and uttered his answer against my lips, "no" you could probably hear the audible sound of my heart breaking. then...
