my house my rules

my house my rules

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"October. Please don't make me say this again.Stay.Away.From.Him." Max growled at me stepping closer to me causing my back to press against the cool metal of my locker.I squinted my eyes at Max before letting out a short puff of a laugh. "And why would I do that Maxie? I.Like.Him." I grounded out to him and not bothering to hide my smirk that danced on my lips at his angered eyes. Before I could even blink my eyes,his once distanced body was pressed against mine and one arm wounded around my waist that other tightly gripping my wrist, efficiently pinning my against the locker. His blue eyes pierced my green ones as he leaned forward brushing light kisses along my face before his lip slowly worked their way down my neck. My eye fluttered and a uneven puff of air left my mouth. I felt his lips turn up into a smirk as his lips finally stopped moving at the base of my neck where my shoulder meets my neck before huskily saying. "Because you're mine."
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I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"

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