Invisible

Invisible

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~~~~~ "J-Just leave me alone." "No! Please, just-" I cut him off. "Don't you get it?! I'm nothing! I'm worthless! Why are you even still talking to me?!" He froze. "B-Because...because..." I sighed. "I just don't get it. What is it that you want?" He looked down at me with his bright eyes, and my heart skipped a beat. But it stopped beating altogether at his response. "You." ~~~~~ Misty Ann Johnson is invisible. To her family. To her friends. To other students. To the world. Maybe even literally. She wanted to find her purpose, but gave up at a young age. So she gave up and kept herself hidden and behind everyone. But that all changes when Mr.Popular comes along and changes everything. >>This story will contain swearing<<
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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