Who's To Blame?

Who's To Blame?

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Kylie, with her stunning green eyes and her exotic looks, is extremely outspoken. She speaks her mind, doesn't know how to keep a secret, and is a self-proclaimed tom boy. Not once has she accepted the role society has chosen for her, to be a seen-but-not-heard, sweet and innocent seventeen year old girl. One day, after a fight with a particularly prissy girl, which she'd be glad to say she won, Kylie is sent home. Deciding to save herself some trouble, she cuts through some back alleys and behind a specifically sleazy bar, she witnesses a murder take place. Kylie should've called the police, she should've turned her back and ran, but she didn't. She stood, entranced by a stranger's death, and even more fascinated by the murderer who stood before her. She'd never seen him around her small town where everybody knew everybody, which was a feat in itself. One look at his face assured Kylie that she would have recognized him had she met him before. Sharp cheekbones and steely gray eyes caught her staring, and by then, it was too late. Kylie stood rooted to her spot, too hypnotized to run away, expecting to be killed at any moment. As strange as it was, the murderer didn't leap forward, knife in hand. He didn't turn and run from the scene of the crime. He didn't even try to explain. Instead, he asked Kylie to dinner. Desperate to know who this person was, Kylie agreed, and from there on she found herself sliding down a slippery slope, falling deeper and deeper into an obsession-like state. This person who committed murder like it was nothing, ordered expensive drinks she couldn't pronounce, and who told her stories about life on the run wanted her as company. She couldn't have been any happier. His world was unique, exciting, and so much different from the tongue-in-cheek society she was expected to be a part of. Needless to say, she wanted in.
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Moving In

Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."

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