"We shouldn't be doing this..." But my mind was in a bliss, unable to act rationally, knowing it was beyond wrong. He only pulled me closer, "I don't care." He wanted this as much as I did. Maybe I just was the description they claimed I was. The bad bitch, two-faced, "Ms. Steal-your-man". "M-mark..." I pulled away when his hands started to roam below the safe area. Standing up in a second, reality suddenly coming back to me. His eyes were dark, lustful. "I can't." I said between deep breaths, who knew he had such sinfully tasty lips. I do for sure. "You gotta girlfriend, I don't know what got into me..." I felt like pulling my hair out. It was the damn 23rd time this happened. Yes, I've been counting. "Re-..." He bit his swollen lips, drawing my attention to them, feeling the same feeling I dreaded. "No." But I cut him off before he could draw me in, again. Closing my eyes, I let a sigh escape my lips, "I gotta go." I found myself sprinting out of the empty classroom, before things got any farther. I'm not a girl who goes around stealing guys from their girlfriends. I wasn't a girl who slept with half the boys in this school. Mark and I. That was just a mistake. After all, we are...just friends.
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