Twisted bed of roses.

Twisted bed of roses.

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"Oh my god, this is what I'm in now." I think to myself , I wonder how they will question me with their gold badges shining in the light, there eyes of horror. He parts his lips to speak but soon stops, and words roughly escape his mouth. "You know why you are here, so just tell me what you know". The words quickly escape my throat without a thought, I scrambled to catch them but before I could they were out "If you know why i'm here shouldn't you be asking more productive questions." He slammed his hand on the table "LISTEN LITTLE GIRL I HAVE MORE TO DO THAN TO LISTEN TO YOU SPEAK LIKE THIS, SAY WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY." My body is shaking, i'm trying to hold back the feeling of being scared from his knowledge, but it's like he is reading my soul. I remain silent. He says back "Fine then call a lawyer". He stands to leave but suddenly. "OK I'll TALK, just sit please sit".I sigh "Just sit, i'll explain" I explained the ever aching story, and he looks at me "Do you expect me to buy a love story". "I EXPECT NOTHING OF YOU, but i want a plea deal." "A plea deal? You are lucky you are you, we will think." They leave the room. I think to myself in silence.The words echo in my head 'Just remember you are 10 steps ahead, but 15 behind.' GOSH! when will his words stop echoing throughout my body.He got me in this and now I have to get out of this, He's a wise man, but he most defiantly has no common sense. Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted. "We have a deal for you that you won't believe." I jolt up "What is it?" The tall man speaks "Our offer is.."
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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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