The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

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"That was my plan; 1) Get into Juilliard, and become a famous Violinists. 2) Learn to walk across a flat surface without tripping over. 3) Have Averie wake up, and come back home safe. 4) Get over my undying crush for someone who doesn't even know I exists. Neither of them included falling for a bad boy. Again. That wasn't part of the plan, at all" Richmond High is delighted when their King and Queen come back, well, everyone except Willa Van der Mariel. She is the type of girl to do her homework through lunch, and then practice Violin for hours after school. But, when Mason Singer comes home, her life is flipped around and does anyone really not fall for the bad boy? Well, especially since poor Willa ends up making a deal with the devil. [Completed. Needs editing.}
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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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