Learning You
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"What's keeping you from falling? Why are you scared?" even with his lips mere inches from my lips, I could not avoid the simple and hard truth. I walked to the dark corner of the room, so the shadow casting from the falling sun would cover the tears dripping out of the corner of my eyes. "You know when I was younger, I was scared of being hurt. Then I was hurt so badly, but I lived on past it just with some scars and I wasn't really scared of being hurt anymore. Then feared death and now that I feel dead... I fear nothing." I looked him straight into his glossy stare, "That's a dangerous fact to play with." His footsteps trailed closer to me, until he grabbed my chin to look into my defiant eyes. "So then lets play. What's the worst that is going to happen...we'll get hurt?" Then I made my fatal decision, but the word slipped out before I could think, "Okay," I answered and before I got the chance to take it back, his lips captured mine. **** Addie has a dark past that she would rather keep a secret hidden beneath her nonchalant, carefree, and perfect mask. Fearless and scarred she is unwilling to let anyone know the truth. She is sure that no one will ever be able to break through until she meets Michael: ambitious, successful, pain in the ass who has made it his mission to get to know the real Addie. She tries to push Michael away, but will her strong exterior waver enough for Michael to get in? Can Addie keep the mask on or will Michael break through the façade?
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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