For the Life of Me

For the Life of Me

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Characters are based on real life people that I know or thought of. Faces and last names have been changed. I'm not very good with descriptions, so lets give this a try. "NO!" I yelled as he kept the same smirk on his face he always had; when looking at me. "I don't need you! Get that through your head! Im great!" I continued to yell as tears started to fall from my eyes. I hardly noticed that he got closer until I felt him lift my head up, and wipe my tears off of my face. "Look, as much as you hate the thought of it; you've been through some shit." I scoffed and tried to move my head, but he made me face him again. "And, I plan on making sure you never have to go through that again." I tilt my head slightly to the side confused. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that mr.possible" His smirk reappeared as he leaned down until our noses were touching and we were staring straight into each others eyes. "With revenge baby~"
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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