Game On, Mr. Nightshade

Love is never easy, if it was there wouldn't be heartache, betrayal and loneliness. Love is complicated, challenging, and breathtaking. The feeling of suddenly being swept off your feet, the butterflies in your stomach and the mushy thoughts in your head. I wish it was like a Mack truck, cause then I could have seen it coming.

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She was beautiful, in her own natural way. She wore only the minimalist of make up. Her eyes were a beautiful blue like a clear sky on a warm summer day. Her skin was golden, like she was tanned by the gods. Her form was slender but she still managed to eat all the time and still looked like she ate nothing. Her gentle hand rested just under her jaw, while the other tapping away on the table. Her nails were sharp and polished a shiny black. Her annoyance was easily present through the quick taps of her index finger against the deep wood of the desk as she stared blankly at the board. Sammi watched Jazz slump over in her seat, groaning before she flicked her gaze over, staring back. She flashed a quick smirk before she ran a hand through her short messy hazelnut hair. That was something that Sammi envied her for, her boldness and her look, she had ways of getting what she wanted without even trying.