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                             willow 

His lips were so soft and gentle. He pressed against me so gently that I could barely feel him. My head was spinning from his kiss and tingles shot through me. It was electrifying.

Wait, I'm kissing Henry Watson. The asshole who only cares about his reputation and the guy who does this to a hundred other girls. 

My hand hit his chest and pushed him away.  I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked down to the concrete.  

"Why would you do that?" I asked, my heart still beating fast. 

"I thought that  you would-"

"That I would fall for you like the other girls? Henry, I'm a human being not a doll," I paused to breathe, "You need to go."

"That's not why I did it, but yeah-I'm gonna go," he spun around and jogged down my steps. 

I watch his Porsche drive away until it was completely gone. I ran a hand through my hair and I walked into my empty house. 

He probably expected me to give in. Then the next thing I know, we would've been in my bed and I would have given my V-card away. 

I dug some chocolate ice cream from my freezer and sat on the couch. I turned on Wizards of Waverly Place and sat there with my thoughts about Isabel and Henry. 

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It was Sunday morning and it was rainy and thunder comforted me. I sat in my bed with a plate of Eggo Waffles and water with the last season of Wizards of Waverly Place playing on my computer.  

Long story short, I  couldn't get any sleep so I decided  that a marathon of my favorite Disney Channel Show would do the trick. Obviously it didn't work because I'm still watching it with dark, purple bags under my eyes. 

"Ugh, I should do something," I complained to myself. I threw the plate of golden deliciousness on the floor and threw my warm covers off of me. 

It was 10 in the morning and if I didn't get out of the house soon, I would go nuts. I took  a much needed shower. I picked out some black leggings and a green workout bra. I put on a gold necklace with a coin attached to it,  I threw my hair into a ponytail and put on some Nike sneakers. Not sure what made me want to go on a rainy jog but I wanted to. 

I popped some AirPods in my ears and blasted music. The rain hit my face and it felt nice against my burning skin. I ran fast and hard, I didn't stop. My lungs started to burn and I lost the feeling in my legs.

I was running away from all my problems. Not like they were even that serious-it just felt nice to forget about the issues in your life and move on. Isabel,  Dylan, and Henry didn't come across my mind once and I only paid attention to the rain falling around me. 

"Fuck," I muttered. I stopped running and finally took a breath. I need water, now. My heart was  beating fast. I looked around me to find an old, run down looking building.

A parking lot with expensive cars and room fucked up ones were packed. They definitely have some water to donate. 

I used my weak muscle to jog across the empty street. I looked down to see at my green bra- ugh I should've brought some kind sweatshirt. I rolled my eyes at my dumbness and opened the foggy door anyways. It was quiet, but if you listened carefully you could heard shouting in the back. 

The lights made the already sketchy room and yellowish color and the wallpaper was chipping. The only thing in the room was a black chair and a cheap desk in front of it. Ok, definitely people have gotten murdered here. 

I turned around, making my way out of the scary building. 

"Freeze!" a deep voiced shouted behind me. 

I mouthed a hard, 'shit', but nonetheless spun around. A big man with a beard  and a lot of tattoos held a gun that was aimed right for the middle of my head. Of course he has to have tattoos and a beard.

"Don't you look delicious," he snarled. He dropped the gun and walked over to me. 

Let me tell you something before I tell you the rest of the story.  

The one thing I hate in this entire world is when men feel the need to catcall women or degrade us in any kind of way. Don't you fucking call me 'delicious' or 'hot' when I never fucking asked you to. I could be wearing the shortest of shorts or the most cropped crop top in the entire world, but I don't need your male attention to validate me. 

Anyways. 

"Aw,  thank you," I smirked and twirled around some hair in my ponytail. 

The guy made circles around me, and once he came in front of me for the second  time he started to make his way to me. 

I batted my lashes and kicked him in the balls. He groaned and covered them with his hands. I swiftly glided my way over to the cold gun sitting on the floor. 

Thankfully, my dad took me to lessons when I was 15, just in case. I found it extremely unnecessary, but I agreed. Guess now it was coming into use. 

I loaded it and aimed it at the guy. Now this time I could smell the fear off of him. 

"Get on the ground asswipe," I said. 

He nodded and hit the ground. His knees made a loud thud on the ground. 

"Honey, I think you made a mistake," he slyly said. 

"Shut up!" I stomped on the ground making him flitch make. I smiled, but turned around. 

And what I saw was a lot scarier than the guy I just took down. 

"What the fuck?" he whispered. 

"Henry?" I asked dropping the gun from my hand. I heard the metal hit the floor hard, and the big guy behind me scramble up. 

"Why are you here?" he asked, darkness covered his eyes. 

"Why are you here?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Oh, he didn't tell you?" the guy behind me said musingly. 

I snapped my head towards him, "You better shut up before I actually shoot you." I snarled, but inside knowing I would never kill somebody. 

"Leave John," Henry said disappointingly. 

"Yes boss," he walked passed us and opened a wooden door, "Oh by the way, she's seem like a keeper. I like her."

I rolled my eyes and went back to glaring at Henry. I wasn't sure what was going on but I needed an explanation. 

"Ugh, this is gonna take a long fucking time. Come with me," he snarled.