It was a rainy afternoon. Rain poured outside and each drop pelted the windowpane. With one hand, holding a white rose, the other, a picture of myself with someone I love the most. It pains me going near, coming closer to him. Seeing him very ill that can barely even stand nor speak in sentences. Opening the door felt like lighting a fire, it burns your whole being instantly just like how I saw him on the bed. Lying down like a lifeless person.
We greeted each other like what we used to do. We stared longingly and maybe even lovingly in each other's eyes. However, it didn't last long. I had to avert my eyes for it seemed wrong but felt right at that moment. After a moment of silence, he asked the same thing he always did when I visited him everyday. "Why do you always visit me?" and I would always brush the question off and avert the topic. As time passed by, I was still talking about our past to him when something triggered in my heart and I had the sudden urge to tell him right away. However, it was too late.
A girl named Hannah Jensen is an outgoing, intelligent, loveable, and a pretty girl. Hearing those characteristics, you would already think that everyone in the world would love her, why wouldn't they?
However, to others, specifically her whole school, thinks she's weird, shy, a nerd, and unapproachable. But, to her best friend, she was more than that. He knew her and every single detail about her like the back of his palm.
Peter wilson, her best friend, hot, cute, muscled, charming, smart, and a boy that everyone loved. Things were going great between them. They were childhood best friends after all. However, as time passes by, things get rough and some people change. They were once inseparable but now drifting apart.
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"What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine.
I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips.
"You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target.
Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared.
I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering.
I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off.
He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face.
"Aubrey."
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Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?