Awaiting

Awaiting

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"What do you want?" Naya says as she feels something stir within her heart. The man slowly but effortlessly walks towards her in a playful manner, Naya walks backwards in order to get further away from him. He swiftly but elegantly grasps her hand, he places a kiss from her finger to her wrist and looks up to meet her eyes. "My my my, you are quite feisty this time. I think I like it." He says as I take my hand and place it on my chest. He continues "you always look beautiful Naya, you have shaken my heart once again and I am here to shake yours." Naya is a new student at Forever high, she has been through so many transfers but she plans on making this her last. She meets a boy named Ambrose, he's quite cocky and always flirting with Naya whenever he gets a chance, she feels something when he is around her but it isn't the normal feeling. It's the feeling that this wasn't the first time they met before. He seems to know her well, what her favorite color is, her favorite food, her favorite band, her favorite everything. While his demeanor is playful and flirty, his eyes have the opposite, his seem lost and fragile. Will she be able to help him and learn his dark secret?
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