The player stole her heart

The player stole her heart

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"Why me?" I asked, concentrating on his words. "Why not you?" He furrowed his eyebrows and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm not the type of girly that boys want. Let alone you." "You're not," He said. "Cause you're the type of girl that boys need. And I don't want you're love, I need it."
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He stands up and walks over to me. He grabs my arm and says "don't leave." I furrow my brows in confusion. "why wouldn't I leave?" I question, much calmer than a normal person would be right now. He lets out a deep breath and smirks. "Because I have something to tell you." I sigh and roll my eyes in annoyance. "What." He pulls me towards him and roughly kisses me on the lips. I push him off of me after he brushes his lips against my left ear and says "I was using you for sex the entire time."

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