He's a Catch • H.S.

He's a Catch • H.S.

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"You can't just come into my life, make me feel special, then just leave. You can't do that to me." She pushed past her tears and looked at him with pain. "I'm not good for you. I'm only hurting you." "That's not for you to decide." She whispered to herself, keeping in her whimpers and sobs. The cop cars sounded behind her, the heat of the flames making her sweat. "I love you, Tyler. I do. Like no one ever before. But I am only hurting you. And I won't do it." "Scrue you, you never cared about me. You don't love me." She wanted to hurt him. To punch him, claw at him, make him feel the pain she feels, but it wouldn't be as bad. Arms wrapped around hers and pushed her towards the car. She wanted to fight it but she knew she wasn't strong enough. So she just watched as Harry slowly disappeared into the smoke. Nothing's as bad as this. § What's life without a little bit of crime? §
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{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.

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