Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE | She Falls
ALTHOUGH I STAYED at the idiot's house for one night and sort of gave him a pass for few things like my name, he still wasn't allowed to get more close to me. I couldn't reveal fragments of my soul to him. He cannot know my deepest fears, my heartfelt desires and the memories that I had preserved in the coldest corners of my cold, cold heart.
He just can't.
After all, he was still a man. And I was still the lonely, broken sad girl who couldn't trust anyone. Not even her girls.
Digging my nails deeper into my palm, I gritted my teeth and slowly sent the throbbing pain to my other leg by putting more pressure on it. When Sebastion had offered help, I said nothing. Why would I rely on him when he hadn't given me a part of his soul to keep? Why rely on him when his soul was barely touched by pain? When he didn't know what pain was.
I gulped when I saw the flashing red car speeding down the main road. The girls were here. Forcefully grabbing a fistful of his shirt, I pulled him toward where I was stood. The redness blossomed on his face and so did his eyes which lit up with confusion. "Wh-"
"They're here. Now we have to wait."
He obediently nodded, the cheeks still glimmering with crimson.
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"Omigod, SJ." This was Natalie. Her gold chain proudly hung around her collar as she got off the car to check me out, the handbag resting on her wrists like a diva. Pushing her shades up her hair, she smirked. Cora, who was in the driving seat, bent her head to observe me. They all had this collective expression of amusement and excitement decorating their beautifully crafted faces.
Holly was smiling at me, her eyes slowly giving way for her true purity so that it could outshine her misery. "You look neat-" she paused once she realized she had to scoot over to let Sebastion squeeze in between her and the twins. When she had secured herself a comfortable position, she looked over at my form as I made myself fit into the passenger seat.
