Killing For The Cure

Killing For The Cure

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"I'm sorry," I apologize, for what had to be, the one hundredth time. "And, I'm still not mad," Em replies, her long, dirty-blonde hair streaming behind her. Even at only 15 she was extremely beautiful, with blue stormy eyes, flawless Snow White pale skin, and hair so perfect it seemed surreal. She walked gracefully and silently, her back facing me. "Em!" Lucy, a sweet little 10 year old girl, with black hair and and dark brown eyes, shouts in excitement. Her joy quickly fades when she notices, we have returned with nothing. "Larisa, do me a favor, go fill everyone in on what happened I'm going to start planning," Em asks of me, but without waiting for my answer she walks off. "What happened?" Lucy asks her sweet voice driving me insane. How can I explain that I might have just started a war, and all because I had to be dumb. "Go tell my mother, that we need to have a gathering, and quickly,"I tell Lucy. She nods her head before running off on her tiny legs. Now time to hope this goes alright. I run off to the gate of our little town, wondering if I should get Em before I get there, but knowing I'll annoy her if I do so, I don't. PROLOGUE:
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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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