A Girl With A Story

A Girl With A Story

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The next thing I knew, I was roughly pushed against the wall. He pushes himself against me, until all I can feel is the wall against my back and him. "What happened to you that made you like this?" he whispers into my ear. I could feel his breath against my neck as he breaths. I could feel his chest move up and down as he breaths in and out. "Just say it!" I shout/whisper to him. "Just say that I'm that I'm to messed up for you, so that we can just get back to our lives, and save me the heart break." Now I'm breathing hard. I couldn't dare look at him. I could feel him gasp as I said this. "What the hell? You are not something that can just be tossed to the side Luce! You are one of the most amazing girls I've ever met! I care about you Luce, more that I probably should, and if any one's going to have their heart broken, it'll be me," He whispers into my ear slightly out of breath. I turn my head to look at him, just as he crushes his lip unto mine. We're sucked into a deep passionate kiss, that neither one of us could even think about breaking. Meet Luce. She's a quiet, smart, passionate, seventeen year old who just waiting to get her life over with. She was raised by an abusive father, a mother who left, and a protective sister her father killed. She's just counting down the days to graduation when she runs into Reece. Enter Reece Matthews, the schools most popular guy, and the biggest player. Little do people really know how messed up his own life is. Can he teach Luce how to enjoy life? How to forgive herself and her father? Most importantly, can he help her move on and see the beauty life has to give?
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."

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