Let Me be Your Last First Kiss

Let Me be Your Last First Kiss

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Love or Hate? God I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!..but at the same time I love him...How can that happen??? Mind Think! I don't have all day!! "Lou? What's wrong you've been silent for about 5 minutes. "He said to me with a concerned look on his face, His green eyes looking into my blue ones.  Damn ...they're just Beautiful. "I'm alright." I answered trying to seal my tears in my eyes. "No you're not! Tell me what's wrong..? Trust me.".... I laughed without humor "I'm fine don't worry... see you later it's getting late you know. " I started to walk away from him but a hand grabbed my arm, turning me around. Before I even could react, I felt lips on mine, kissing me as if there's no tomorrow but the moment didn't last forever.  we stopped kissing and pulled slightly from one another only our foreheads touching. . "You're not going anywhere. ." *********************** 15 years old Mandeline Stewart with long light brown wavey hair,  Blue eyes, and a small nose chose to not get involved with the School's hottest boy, Aiden Jefferson. A playboy who doesn't care about anything except girls and money and nearly all of the girls in the school are lost in his green eyes and Dirty blond hair. Now what will happen when the paths of these two intersect?
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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