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When they first came into contact, you could see that there was something there. They were not your everyday teenagers-or young adults-looking at one another. The two of them seemed to be completely unaware of anyone else that was around them. Watching on, the way he gazed at her, and the way she gazed at him, was something that you could not put into words. No matter how hard you tried, searching through the dictionary for hours on end, you still would not find a word to describe the immense want in both of their expressions. His being lust, yet passion; hers affection. Looking at them, there seemed to be something strong there . . . something that could not be explained except for between them. The feelings that must have been between them things that could not be forgotten.
But . . . she had money. Lia Lassiter was a well-known face, and the boy she was looking at was not-at least name wise. Two opposites, staring into one another's eyes. It was something unbelievable to see . . . unimaginable. After a few minutes, the curly-haired boy stood from his bar stool, his green eyes on hers. The boy seemed to be shocked by the sight of Lia. As he reached out for her, there seemed to be a wary feeling-as though the minute he touched her she would be fake . . . that none of this was actually real. And the same went for her. As the boy reached out, she slightly stepped back, her eyes widening. It was then that he bowed his head, curls falling into place. He seemed hurt, and Lia looked to feel bad. The girl mouthed something, though I could not decipher it-maybe a name? But I was not sure.
The boy looked up after she said his name again, and his eyes were on hers instantly. The boy seemed worried, the girl nearing him before his arms wrapped around her tightly. Whatever was behind the two of them-whatever had happened between the two-was being brought back. Tears made paths down the girl's cheeks, and the boy just held onto her like he never wanted to let go. But she had to let go. Lia pulled away, and he said something to her, which I could not make the words out to either. The boy nodded, and she walked away, both going their separate ways. Lia left, and the boy disappeared into the crowd of the popular bar. It was up for debate whether or not it had been a happy break, or a hurtful one-but difficult to tell.
Either way, it was obvious there was history behind the two . . . even if they had just talked for a few moments.
*Author's Note*
Hi there. It's brooke here! I hope you enjoyed this part, and please keep reading. Em & I have a great story coming for you. Comment, vote, and maybe follow? Tysm
xxx ~ Bacardi
