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Is this love

Is this love

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Romance
I kept scrolling down his messages with this "Angie" girl. Is he forreal? There were a bunch of "I love you" in it. When did this start! How did i not know about it! 'Angie: Babe my place tonight?;) Scott: I could never turn down an offer that great!;)' I just kept reading. There were thousands of messages. ' Scott: Hey sexy, wanna go to the movies later? Angie: Sure! Pick me up at 10! Cya!' I don't understand. What is all of this? He didn't tell me. I mean they were saying I love you! It's not like i was snooping around his phone. He left to go get some chips and his phone rung. I saw it and there was a text from "Angie" saying "Scottie! Hows it going with that bitch of yours right now? She's with you huh. I wish you were here!;)" I knew his password but i was deciding if i should look at his messages or not. Who was Angie and who was she calling a bitch? Could she be calling me that? I am the only one with him right now. Tears sprung to my eyes with an aching pain throbbing in my chest. How could he! I just couldn't stop reading the messages! While looking through them crying, my tears dripped off my flushed cheeks onto his phone. No. No. No. I chanted in my head. "No." I said outloud right when Scott walked in. "Baby what happened!" He said worried and started to walk to me with the bowl of chips in his hands. His eyes landed on his phone and back to my face. The bowl of chips fell to the floor. The look of horror took over his face as he started to put the pieces together. He knew what he did. I took a step back quivering. "You you ch-cheated on me?!" {Yes i know! You're probably thinking that this story is one of those cheesylove stories where the girl finds out the boy cheated on the girl and blah blah blah.... No. It's not! It might turn out to be but i'm working on it! Im not the best "Love like" Writer so read it or not im practising.}
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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