The End → f.s

seaweed cliffo.

Her eyes widen. Well who wouldn't when suddenly a strange dude with colored hair confessed to you. Not a simple 'wanna go out' confession, but a 'i love you' one.

And that strange dude never talk to you like literally he just talked one word than shut up the whole fucking time.

Sadly the dude is me.

"What the fuck Michael?"

"Do the feeling is mutual?"

Her jaw dropped and she took a step back. I walk closer to her. The gap between Nate and me are slowly closing. Her heart rate is rising I know that.

I can hear her hard breathing. My vision is blurry. I was blinded by her.

"Nate"

"Michael no!" She shouted at me.

I held her arm tightly. "I love you"

"No you don't!"

I pulled her over to my chest, hugging her, caressing her hair softly. "I'm happy you cared with me"

"I love you"

"Michael"

I bring my mouth to hers and let them touch. Nate pushed me away but she's too weak.

She screamed her lungs out for help. But no. No one is coming.

I shoved her to the pavement. Rip her shirt with my nail and kissed her passionately.

She's wailing for help and struggles under my strength. She's crying and I know that for sure, I can taste the salty tears.

Before I could processed the whole thing.

Nate punched my face, scratch my back and kicked my groin hard. But it didn't effect.

"FUCK YOU MICHAEL" she is crying, her tears are streaming down her face, her words are in mess. "YOU'RE FAR WORSE THAN LUKE"

I know.

For the last time I'm telling you.

I am not Luke.

I don't stalk girl.

I raped them.