I Refuse To Speak

I Refuse To Speak

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Arabella I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Damon Broach, the baddie of Waterford High, is standing in front of me waiting for me to speak to him. I could feel the blood pumping through my neck, up to my ears and towards my cheeks. My hand began to shake, so I slid it behind my back. Should I run? Should I say something or should I sign it? Should I act like I don't speak English? What did he say? He cleared his throat, distracting me from thinking of more rational alternatives. "Did you hear me," I watched as his thick eyebrow raised on his forehead. "Or do I need to repeat myself?" I nodded at him and he let out an annoyed sigh. "My name is Dam-" I shook my head stiffly when I heard him repeating himself. I decided to sign to him. 'No, I heard you just fine.' His other brow arched and he cocked his head to the left. My heart skipped a bit and breath was caught in my esophagus. The way he looked at me was cute. "Are you mute?" He asked bluntly causing me to shake my pointer finger. 'No,no. I just don't like to talk.' *Warning* There will be foul language and a little bit of fluff in this story I do NOT own the cover art! I just put a caption over it. ALL CREDIT DUE TO THE BRILLIANT ARTIST!
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"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

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