Heart of Spades

Heart of Spades

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The past changes everything. The present and future, are gone And those spades, they won't stop, digging our hearts away... *********************** Alice Armstrong. Just moved from Phoenix, Arizona to Greenville, South Carolina. She had gotten a scholarship to the most prestigious school in the city, so she had to study hard whilst juggling jobs to provide for her and her Mum. She is kind, modest and a strong girl. And she thinks maybe this time she will be lucky. Until him... Jack Stone. The boy girls adore and fawn over. The cold, heartless being who crushes hopes and dreams. He's destined for a promising future. And of course he'll pursue it... Won't he? You see, you can't tell with Jack. He's unpredictable. He's a liar. ****************************** It all started with a driving test. Then an accident. Then pity. Then a 'lie'. Then regret. This story isn't cliche. Alice doesn't speak back to him. Doesn't swoon over him. Couldn't. Wouldn't. And Jack. He can't melt. Shouldn't. Wouldn't Because if the 'can't' turned into a 'can'. And the 'shouldn't' turned into a 'should', the spades would loom over them both...
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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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