It's not you.
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WpMetadataReadTerminé mar., juil. 16, 20135 m
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So I don't usually write sad stories but something- I don't know what- inspired me to do this. Its just a short story and I really... I don't know... My friends tell me they like it and so I think its good... Tell me what the rest of the world thinks please! I don't write 1D fanfic's, they are just really easy characters to work with cause there well known. So it's not like I'm writing my dream relationship with Harry Styles. He's just a character. If you want you can make the female role yourself cause I don't think I even named her... And this is getting long... BYE!~
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" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory. Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love. Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.

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