The Two Star Crossed Lovers

The Two Star Crossed Lovers

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Victoria Miller was an outcast in her school. She avoided talking to as many people as she could. Music was her number one escape. She wore baggy clothes, very heavy makeup, and her hair was always put up into a messy bun. She wore mostly dark colors, and didn't seem to have an interest in anyone or anything. She had a group of friends that she loved talking to, though. They were always there for her when she needed them. Her friends were Marie, Lynna, and Megan. Lucas King is the new kid. He's extremely popular, yet very lonely. Indeed, he has all the attention a person could ever wish for, but that's not what he wanted. He loved being the center of attention but it could also be a little too much for him. He had long, dark brown hair, sparking brown eyes, and a devious, perfect, white smile. He could get whatever he wanted just by smiling at a girl, and adding a few sentences to it. He was currently dating one of the popular girls, Rose. Victoria was once good friends with Rose, but people change like the temperature of a room. No one ever expected Victoria and Lucas to even talk. But one day in Victoria's Spanish class, Lucas walks in. And that theory completely flips itself around.
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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