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💕Abused Love💕
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 32m
  • Reads 104
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 7
  • Time 32m
Complete, First published Jun 24, 2017
Mature
"Why are you so mean to me!?" I asked yelled at him. He stood there staring at me as if I just asked him to cut off his right arm, "hey where are you going? You still haven't answered me" he was walking away without giving me an answer, tears were now visible as I held onto his hands "why don't you like me?" I waited for what felt like hours before he spoke
"I don't hate you"
"Then why? Why treat me this way?"
"Because" he said looking at me with those silver eyes of his that I love so much but now was filled with sadness
"Because?" I pressed on
"Because its the only way I can show you how much I love you" he left me speechless standing in the middle of the now abandoned hallway.

Xander masters hot, confident, bad boy extraordinare every girls first choice even the nerds. Silky soft black hair, captivating, seductive silver eyes, soft sensual pink lips and he's captain of his schools football team not to mention Mr. Popularity

Amelia Goodwin smartest girl in school, straight A's, good at every sport, least popular girl. Hardworking, great leadership skills. Short black hair, brown eyes, glasses way too big for her face, pink lips and a prime example of what girls should be.
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