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Samatha Molina was the happy-go-lucky, blonde sweetheart. She was happy in life, as it had always seemed. She never once had gotten into any trouble. Until the day she met him. Chase was sitting in her mother's office, being accused of stabbing his former friend. He was trouble since the first smile he showed to Sam. It was like a curse was set on her. The curse held good, bad, and change, lost love, new love, and lost friends. This curse has a name, and the name of the curse is Chase. Completed 7.14.18 XOXO

The heavy droplets of rain were slowly slipping down the hood of his leather jacket and a few effortlessly kissed his dark chocolate hair. »H…Hi.« I sputtered. »What do you have there?« He walked closer to me and gazzed into my eyes with his dark ones, that perfectly matched his hair, then lowered his sight towards the kitten, hidden under my jacket. »One lil' kitty found another.« He smirked, amused by his own joke.

He loved every scar on her body, every birth mark, even her bellybutton, which she thought was too small. He fell in love with every rib, collarbone and bony hip, for they were not the object of her beauty, but the battle scars of her victory.