The..Nice...Guy

The..Nice...Guy

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It was night the wind blew and the thunder roared as we search the now silent halls of the YG building. Bodies land on the floor with the heads and limbs ripped off. Blood stained the walls and floors in shape of hands. The floor were clawed from the nails of the ones who where dragged to their ends. We come to the top of the building at the doorway of a huge office. We can hear screams of terror and the cracking of bones as we slowly approach the door. The door opens and we see a man standing with his back to us. The body of the victim fell dead at his feet....he turned his head and looked with blood on his face and hands and whispered. "...I'm ...the nice guy" and scene goes dark
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"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.

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