Another chance to make you mine.

Another chance to make you mine.

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EIGHT YEARS AGO.. "Hey guys look, it's the weirdo from class.", a boy shouted while pointing his finger at me . I stood up and ran away from them, afraid they will gang up on me again. "come back here you nerd!", he shouted again but I didn't listen to him and kept on running. While running, I lost my balance and I closed my eyes and waited for the impact of the fall to happen but it never did. Looking up i saw a boy holding me against him with concern in his brown eyes. "are you okay?", He asked while wiping my tears softly with his fingers. I nodded slowly, my eyes still trained on his cute face. He gave me a small smile and helped me stand up straight ,"My name is Dom what's yours?", he asked still holding my hand in his. "I'm Esmy",I answered and smiled back at him. That was the first time I met Dominic Hunter. After that little incident, Dom became my closest friend. He defended me when someone mocked me and help me when I was in trouble. At first I was oblivious to the fact that Dom was my neighbor but once I knew, I started hanging out with him more often and slowly I started to notice that I liked Dom, a lot and that's when i had my first innocent crush. ***************** FIVE YEARS LATER. "watch where you're going loser!", Dom snarled at me without even looking at me. I was hurt and heart broken. The sweet Dom I once knew was not the same, instead was a mean and a heartless Dom. It all changed when people started inviting him to parties and hang outs. He became distant and eventually forgot I even existed. Nonetheless I moved on and got new friends but my feelings for him finally changed….right?
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