Erasing the Past

Erasing the Past

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Hi my name's TessaLynn Sampson, but most people just call me Tess. See this is usually where I tell you about how amazingly beautiful I am or how I'm the most popular girl at my school, am on the cheerleading squad, and have the hottest boyfriend on the football team, or how im the outcast who lost all of their family, does drugs, and drinks alcohol, but since this is me were talking about.... I'm 5'3 and I'm definitely not the skinniest person. I have dirty blond hair with red-ish tips and green eyes. I haven always been successful with just people in general till I met my best friend and one specific guy. She's amazing. Really the only person that I can turn to when I'm sad. She's beautiful, funny, has the best personality, and she's my best friend. He's perfect. Tall, dark brown hair, big chocolate eyes, sweet, funny, and extremely musically inclined. Only problem is that we hate each other. Well... kinda. Everyone, meet Amelia Marinov and Jackson Crivello.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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