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"This is the third fight this week. " Mr. Steven says while burying his face in his hands. "Not my fault they like picking on the freshman. " I say with a shrug. "I know this isn't my position to say this but have you considered about going to a therapist." I scoff "You might be traumatized from what happen eleven years ago. Going to a therapist might help you feel less angry or broken. " "You know Stevens you may be right. It isn't your business but another thing you were right about I am broken and there is nothing you can do about it." She is angry Her friends know She is lost Her siblings know She wants comfort Comfort that her mom won't give She misses her dad To bad he is gone Meet Elizabeth Woods
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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