always a step behind from Wesley.

always a step behind from Wesley.

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"I don't understand why you always have to be such a bitch." He grits his teeth at me, looking me right in the eye. "I was only asking because I don't want to argue with you, but you honestly leave me no choice. Do you like getting under my skin?" He leans closer, and I hold back a breathe. I'm katarina. My entire life I've had to put up with the one and only Wesley benson. Infuriating, annoying, crude, a jerk, pretty much everything that describes the most annoying thing to set foot on this earth. I don't understand what his problem is, but I don't mind because I always have something to say back to him. He's funny if he thinks he can have the last word. What will happen to these stubborn two? will they fall in love, or have they always been in love? Fights, tears, laughter, love, pain, anger, passion.. any emotion, you name it.
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Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

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