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The Switch

The Switch

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Excerpt: Jessica’s POV “Skylar, what are you doing over here?” A blonde haired girl steps in front of me. She has striking blue eyes contrasting with her sun tanned skin. Her nose stuck up in a snobby way while she rolled her eyes. “Let’s go before all the good clothes get taken.” She grips my arm dragging me away. “Wait, I’m not-” I try to say. Whoever this girl had a listening problem. She continues to drag me, her claws digging into my skin. I cringe when we stop at a dress shop filled with nothing but frilly pink pom pom dresses. Skylar’s POV “Jessica, come on. Our class is leaving in five minutes.” A black haired girl that had purple streaks in it grabs my arm, dragging me away from where I was supposed to meet Brittany. This girl had a tight grip, making my arm lose circulation. “Wait I’m not this Jessica chick.” I say, trying to loosen her grasp. “I would know my own best friend. You have the same hair and the same freckle on your nose, Jess.”
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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