California Cupid

California Cupid

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"This isn't right," I panted pushing him back, "we shouldn't be doing this." "No it's alright," his voice was husky as he he took a step forward, backing me into the wall once again. In an instant his lips were back on mine. Our bodies were pressed together, my mind went as his tongue traced my lips. He gently bit my lip and I moaned slightly. "Tyler, really, we can't be doing this!" Coming to my senses I tried to break free, "Think about Vanessa." "Oh shit," he cursed under his breath. "I'm so sorry. This was wrong." He took a step back, ruffling his hands through his hair. "It's okay, really." I said shaking my head. "I don't mind. It could have happened to anyone. It's just because I was here, not because you like me, right?" "Yeah, wait no, I mean... shit, I need to figure things out. I'm sorry." He began to walk away when I stopped him, "Tyler?" He turned back, hurt flashed across his soft features, "Yeah?" "You..." I paused, "You should be with her, she needs you more than I do." He tuned back and muttered something I didn't catch. I stood there for a long time as I watched him go. A summer breeze gently blew my hair out of place as a single cliché tear rolled down my cheek. He was my a part of my job, and I fell in love him.
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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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