Flirtationship

Chapter VII - Seeing Double

Hey, chicas/bros! :)

Please do forgive me for updating quite slowly.  So yeah, here's the chappy. c:

Hope you guys enjoy it.

Here's an opening poem as a peace offering. It's depressing, but oh well!

-Amanda

                                                           Hate

In this pit of darkness where nothing lies,

Love can be found once, even twice,

Although, it may be difficult for one to see,

For you are blinded by your overpowering enemies.

 Hate is your enemy,

He is your greatest foe,

He will pull your heart out,

He will wound you from head to toe,

He will do what you fear most,

He shall do everything he can at all cost,

He'll find a way to change your victorious war into a vicious battle,

A battle you surely would have lost.

You'll find terror in everything,

He'll insert horror into that beautiful wedding ring,

He'll turn your delightful bride into a woman filled with sorrow,

Or even worse...

He'll turn your wife into a very enthusiastic widow.

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Justin's P.O.V.

 I couldn't hear anything but glass shattering, feet stomping, and the crowd's roar. I couldn't see anything but darkness, too. The last thing I saw before falling into this pit of nothing was André's fuming expression. 

*-* Flash back *-*

I heard a very loud gasp over the music. I turned to see Brenna's shocked expression of horror, sadness, and complete joy.

I looked up, only to find Brenna staring at me.

Not that normal stare a guy would look at a girl, but that stare that looked like I was taking her clothes off with my eyes. 

I swear, everyone thought I was sex on feet.

I turned my gaze back at André, "Dude, that's Brenna!"

Brenna looked away.

"Yeah, she is. Why, what's wrong with Brenna?" André asked.

I pinched my nose bridge and sighed, "We're in a fight."

"Oh, cool." André said blankly.

"Cool?" I hissed.

"No, not really."  he smirked.

"I'll show you co--"

"Woah, you two! Get a hold of yourselves. Keep it together, or you're out of this damn club!" Craig interrupted.

I had my arms at my sides and André was in an identical stance. We were in each other's faces, testosterone-filled and whatnot. 

Then... he lunged at me with his fist.

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That son of a bitch...

I guess he wasn't that nice after all.