Eight eyes
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Have you ever wanderd what It would be like to see the world through someone else's eyes? Ali, a 13 year old girl who stresses, a lot. Although she won't let it show, she constantly has something at the back of her mind. She is shy, to strangers anyway. To friends she is outgoing, alas, struggles to make friends, as she can never make the first move. She is musical and loves literacy. Ali keeps her feelings to herself, and won't tell anyone what's bothering her. Even online. Cam is 14 year old girl, who is carefree. She is outgoing and is willing to make the first move. She is insane and hilarious once you get to know her, and she is not afraid to get into trouble. Cam wears her heart on her sleeve, and will tell anyone what's bothering her. Even online. Collin is a 15 year old boy, who is extremely caring. He will always help anyone, and loves anyone. Although he is a bit of a nerd, he is somehow extremely popular. Everyone loves Collin, he has no trouble making friends, and can see through people. Not literally. Just their emotion. Even online. Jake is a prat. A praty prat prat. Trying to be cool. Dating all the girls. Playing with their hearts. Most people like him, apart from the ones that know he is a prat. A Pratti prat prattooo. Jakes just a prat. Even online. When the four very different people meet up over a kick group chat, drama decides to join the party! There will be love, hate, betrayal, DEATH. Just kidding. Not death. Or is there........ No there's not. I SUCK AT OVER VIEWS PLEASW GIVE MY STORY A CHANCE.
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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