Flames and Flowers

Flames and Flowers

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"Why are you talking to me?" I asked, backing away into the hands of the shadows. "I wanted to talk to you." He said, his perfect eyes sparking in their blue mist, the eyes that every girl in the school fell for. "No!" I screamed, hitting the wall with a loud thump. "You believe the lie! You never tried! You jerk!" I ran past him, bumping into his sholder. The heat drifted throughout my body, but I ignored it. I couldn't help it anymore. Wet, sloppy, salty tears ran down my face as I ran away. "I'm sorry, we can't be friends anymore." I said, turning back to look at him one last time, his perfect body a silhouette in the shadows. This is a story with songs, poems, thoughts, dreams, fears, hopes, downfall, uprise, love, and hate, all told in the in the eyes of a teenage girl. ***All this work is mine. DO NOT copy it or you will be in illegal copyright trouble.***
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"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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