A slice of heaven
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I hate that I love you
"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon
One directions mate?!?!?(vampire)
I was on my way back from school. I'd missed the bus, and had to walk. As I was walking, I ran into a rock solid body. I look up to see a brown haired guy with amazing green eyes. After staring at him, like a stalker, than slap myself back to reality and say a quick sorry before walking away. "I need you to trust me. Meet me in the woods in an hour." Well, this should be good. Read on, to find out what happens next. **~Peace~**SARAComplete
"One last kiss?"
"The new recruits are here!" i say as i rush into the room. I gawk at the taller one of the two, his swooshy brown hair and doe-like brown eyes, his tight-fitting top and that smile... that smile that could kill a thousand starstruck girls... Or Mormon boys for that matter, because i felt like I could've died in that moment.
My Vampire Best Friend
"what are you wearing?"he asked rolling his eyes annoyed with me "clothes!"this guy is joking right "did your parents see you going to school dressed like that!"after he said that he pulled me towards the lab
Amber
Just a short story about two dense people who can't seem to figure out that they're in love with each other. Note: This story is rated mature for swearing! ___ "Okay, okay, just... follow me. I got this," She said, cracking her knuckles eagerly. I would follow her anywhere, I had thought then, without missing a beat. And then I almost tripped over my feet in surprise. Oh. Oh no.Complete
The New Girl.
I glanced at my watch, fifteen minutes. I ran towards the closest train station. So many stairs. I jog down and right when I turn to dash in the actual train station floor, I run into a hard, warm surface. My bag falls down and I was just about to tell off whoever did this...until I met two dark, forest green eyes piercing me through tuffs of sandy brown hair. Class could wait a little longer...Complete
Contain My Crazy - A Stupid Short Love Story
It was a normal day. I was on a bus coming home from work and then, this cute guy sat next to me on the bus. That was supposed to be it. The end. Why was I just such a freaking klutz? Things got way too complicated and I guess, dirty. Really dirty.Complete
The Substitute
He's beautiful, a young male in his 20s, tall, slender but with strong, working arms. Face bearded with a matching head of thick, straight brown hair. His pale skin almost reflected light from the sun. He's beautiful. The only problem is that I'm 16, and I'm a student. I'm not even half as pretty as the other girls that go to my school. But then again, I'm glad he's subbing for Mrs. Wred.Complete
The Bus Stop | ✓
One girl. One Boy. One bus stop. "She walked over to her bus, glancing back at the boy as she did every evening. Only this time, they locked eyes."Complete
Roman and Dylan
I tripped and the person next to me caught me before I could fall. His strong grip on my waist had me in shock. I made eye contact with him. The tenebrous emerald green color of his eyes was beyond captivating. He took my breath away. A lock of his hair had fallen upon his forehead. It's downy appearance and dark shade of black was mesmerizing. The glistening of his skin definitely couldn't have gone unnoticed either. My body was pressed up against his before he brought me back up onto my own two feet. "Watch your step." He let go of my waist and brushed past me to leave the bus. I felt like melting right then and there. Who was that guy?
"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon
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