"What do you want?" I glared at the blonde boy. "To see if you're okay" He mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. They were full of sorrow and guilt, Like he was actually sad he stopped. It made me even more angry. He broke our promise. "I'm fine. Now stop following me!" I growled. ------> Ever since Grace Jones was...
❝Did you just take a photo of me?❞ ❝Shit.❞ all rights reserved. idea/concept by @paper-planes
"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um...
Being told that you have to tutor your bully never really sounds good. When Caitlyn is told she has to tutor the person who has bullied her for years, how will they both react? Is he going to open up to her, or carry on pushing her out? Will she forgive him for the constant pain he's put her in through the years...
"Calum... It's not what it looks like!" Melody screamed out. "No, no. It's exactly what it looks like...." The tears brimmed to my eyes, as I ever so desperately wanting to run off and get away and escape.
