Dare To Dream

Dare To Dream

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Call Of Duty
I smirked as I realized what would get him stumped. "I have a pet monkey named George. I'm a really good skateboarder. And, I can kick your ass in Call of Duty," I counted down on my fingers. One of them was a lie and if he guesses correctly, I'll have a new found respect for him. He scratched his forehead as he tried to figure out which one I was lying about. Frustration took over and it was becoming quite entertaining watching him stress. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say you don't have a pet monkey named George," Damien finally said. I rose an eyebrow at his answer and tilted my head slightly to the side. "Okay. Let's go see if you're right. Call of Duty first, then skateboarding and then George." We got up from the table and headed back to his place. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he figures out the answer. ********************************************************************************************* Victoria has always had everything planned to the last detail for her. From what she would have for breakfast to which Prada bag she'll wear. Growing up, she was always the poster child to her parents. She never once disobeyed them but one day it just gets boring. It always has and always will be routine for her. Damien isn't a bad boy but he doesn't play by the rules. He'll say what he feels and do what he wants. Nothing stops him. Get the two of them together and you'll get something never to be expected.
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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

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