He's Mine
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Ongoing7m
Last published Tue, Jun 13, 2017
"He was mine, and I was his. Nobody else could have him. "
-Jory
"We found the school mostly deserted, and I knodded greetings to the people I knew, while keeping my arm around Vince's waist possesively. Any girl who looked at him longer than five seconds was automatically on my list to watch and make sure they didn't mess with what was mine.
Everyone at school knew it now. They knew he was mine, and not to touch him. The teachers knew it, the Principal knew it, and anyone who so much as touched him in a way other than to check his health, was on my shit list.
Permanently."
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"Vincent slowly slid out of my arms, and looked at me straight; I saw the sadness and tumoil in his eyes, and knew what was coming next. Above all else I had one question, a question that tore itself out of my throat in a defeated whisper.
"Why?"
He shook his head, and simply...
Walked away."
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