Noah Holden's Secret Diary

Noah Holden's Secret Diary

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- Athena, don't you have heartache? You know what they think about you. Don't you blame yourself for everything you've done, or fell bad for been so hated? - my gaze fell on the girl beside. The blue hair created a cloud shrouded of her perfectly sculpted face. A debauchee smile has escaped from her lips. - Oh, Holden, you have a lot of things to learn. The opinion of others can't change your essence. They can say what they want, I'll never change. - Not even love? - said with a failure voice. My throat dried out at seeing her direct her brown eyes staring not only me, but also my soul. - A bitch don't love. - said rude. - Much less the blue haired bitch.
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BEING REWRITTEN ON ANOTHER ACCOUNT, LINK ON LAST CHAPTER AND IN MY BIO. "I want you to be my friend." I stare at the short girl in front of me, my eyes narrow at hers. My first reaction is to say no, but then I hear my best friends voice saying: "Make more friends Jax, you need someone else who can always be there for you." and rethink. Slowly I gulp, but don't release my neutral look, my facade. "Okay." Genevieve squeals, throwing her arms around my middle. My own raise up so I'm not touching her, I scowl but she only tightens her grip. Her face moves up from where it was planted into my chest to smile at me. "First rule, you have to hug me back." I glare at her, trying to step back only to drag her with me and have my shoulders meet a wall. "I don't do well with rules. Get off me." She pouts, moving a hand up my back. My muscles jump under her touch, not used to people touching me. The only girl I was ever around that wasn't family was my best friend, Antoinette, and we don't touch that much anymore, since she's in college now. "You have to hug me back." "I don't have to do shit." Her grin widens and she face plants back into my chest. "Then you better get used to my company, because I'm not going anywhere."

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