Hey guys. Here's part 8. It's Tyler's point of view again and this time, he's kinda scatterbrained about Adda. I'm writing part 9 now. Thanks for reading :)
Copyright 2012
~S.
Viewpoint: 17-year-old Tyler. How he really saw his Mystery Girl
Adda was beautiful. Adda was mysterious. Adda was everything he wanted. Adda was always on his mind.
Adda was a menace.
Adda Montgomery. The dark temptress that haunted his dreams and brightened his nightmares.
Tyler couldn’t get enough of her. And that’s why he hated her: hated her mysteriousness; hated her dark, appraising eyes; hated her cool exterior; hated her jaded, effortless beauty.
He never regretted what he said to her. She needed to know she wasn’t perfect. Even though she was.
Perfect with her long legs that always looked good no matter what. Perfect with her hair like pitch-black waves tumbling down her shoulders. Perfect with her book smarts and street smarts. Perfect with her Mustang, as dark and bright as her eyes.
Everything about her was perfect.
All she ever did was yell at him. And all he ever did was yell at her. He wished they were friends rather than adversaries.
Of course he’d never let her know that.
So he had to pretend to be revolted by her very presence. When all he wanted to do was to hold her and tell her she was the sun of his world.
One day, though, he would tell her: He would tell her everything and never let her hate him again. He would pour out his heart and be whatever she needed him to be.
One day, though, he would tell Adda he loved her.
Yeah. When Hell freezes over.
And a month later, it did.
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Mystery in Fishnet Tights
Teen FictionLove and alcohol and relapses and flashbacks and drugs and living and the enjoyment of impossible youth and teens and love and life and parties and friends and abuse and sacrifices and love and running and staying and returning and love and everythi...
