Dark Rider

6 (part 2)

Larry's Pov

Wha am I doing? I buried my face in my hands as I sighed. I look up at her window as my silver ringed hands grip the steering wheel. No matter how hard I try, I can non wipe her my mind. Mon belle fille.(my beautiful girl) Tha tase of her lips still linger on my mouth.

I licked my lips unconsciously as I remember almos getting drunk off her tase. The alcohol she drink did non mask the sweetness of her lips. Why she effect me so much? When I near her, my fists clench I wan for to touch her so bad. An she think I non care? I scoff. I wan for to not care so bad. I cringe at the thought of how I almos share too much with her today.

She pull things out of me I can for hide easy wit other peepol, but non her. She does non understand why for it must be this way. I wan for things be different but is non. The first time I see her face, I almost non can breathe. She so beautiful. Her eyes, oh, mon dieu. (Oh, my God) I know from start though, I non can have her.

When she ask why for I had to leave her the night of tha party; I wan so bad for to tell her the truth. Even though I jus meet her. But I did non. Is for her own good. Mine and my family too. I know wha I say to her hurt. I see in her beautiful eyes when I lially tell her tha the kiss mean nothing. Le menteur! (Liar!) I make myself hurry to walk away because I could non look at her face an lie.

After, I try so much to jus forget her but I still go back to Lindey house the nex morning an wait for her to drive home. I follow her for to be sure she safe. I make sure she non see me. I know she was upset today at school. She would non tell me why for she was so sad. Because she would non tell me wha happen, I worry. I could non stop myself from coming tonight.

Pathetique (pathetic) I roll my eyes and sigh as I lean my head back against the headrest. I see when she turn the light out and I know she go to sleep now. I turn the key in the switsh and shift the car into neutral, letting it quietly start down the hill.

I crank it up as it starts to lose momentum without gas. I pray I was far enough from the house tha she could non hear me pull off. Fais de beaux reves mon belle fille. (Sweet dreams, my beautiful girl)

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Jennifers POV

Lindey and I ran inside the school trying to hurry to class before we were late. Lindey went to her locker alone as I didn't have time to go with her. I was running so late this morning. Lindey and I lost track of time as we sat in the parking lot talking.

I had filled her in on all the details of the altercation between Jaime, Kirsten and myself at Alan's practice yesterday. As expected, Lindey was pissed. One, I didn't call her when "shit went left" and two, Jaime's comment about my race was "triggering af" in Lindey's opinion. I agree. That bitch had tried it for real.

I turn the corner toward my locker and my brows knit together in confusion. A crowd of kids were surrounding the row of lockers. It looked like they were staring at my locker, to be more specific.

A couple of students turned their heads in my direction as I approached. Their reactions ranged from either snickering or quickly looking away. What the fuck is going on here? Dread started to pump through my veins as I got closer.

I didn't even have to say excuse me because everyone hurried out of the way to let me through. It was almost as if they were eager for me to see what the spectacle was all about. The strap of my messenger bag slipped from my hand once I was close enough to see what exactly had drawn the crowd. In big, bold, black letters was the word SLUT!!! spray painted on my locker.

AN: Not edited. I added this part because chapter 6 turned out to be extremely long and i thought just adding this part to another section would make it easier since most everyone is reading this on their phone. How did you guys feel about Larry's POV? What do you think of how the story is going so far?
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