I Stole My Crushes Heart

I Stole My Crushes Heart

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 10, 2017
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Romance
When push comes to shove, love is what every girl wants, or a pair of diamond earrings, but that's besides the point. My name is Riley Knight, I'm clumsy and I make accidental mistakes. My whole life is a cringeworthy movie basically, but my whole life is turned upside down when Alec Dawson moves next door to me. The man, the myth, the legend. Nope! Just a playboy. Best player at it by the way. He lives for one thing, no make that two, girls and making my life a living hell. I was walking to my science class. Today was a perfect day, outfit actually not half-bad, my brown, incorporative hair put up in a decent bun that was slowly falling apart, but no one could tell, and my absolute favorite drink in my hand, a Vanilla Bean Frap from Starbucks. Call me a white girl, I don't care. Nothing could go wrong. Until I bumped into Alec Dawson which resulted in my Vanilla Bean Frap spilling all over his dark blue polo. One thing was for sure I wasn't going to make it out alive. Blood will spill, lives will me lost. No, I'm overreacting, he is just going to make my life a living hell.
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You have no idea how many times I found myself waiting for Riley to come over. But he never did. And I don't know why, but I found myself staring out my window... hoping he'll look out his window and smile at me like he always does... use to anyway. Then again; I missed his lips too. The lips I tasted way too much on Friday. The lips I'm craving to have on me. But they aren't even mine to have. And I feel like my world has slanted and like it's no where near me. Like I have to run an extra mile to make up for every step I should of took; for every step I should be taking. I can't help but wonder why he hasn't come by and apologize. Is he home? Is he with Marie? Does she know? Should I be scared or something? Is he mad at me? Or himself? I stood up and walked up to my full-length mirror that's attached to my closet door. I looked at my naked body. I passed my right hand over my belly. Flat. I raised my hand over my right breast. But I didn't touch it. Sigh. I turned to my side and looked at thigh and my butt. My butt sticks out a bit more than my thigh. As always. Nothing had changed. Just my feelings. My feelings about everything in my life. Suddenly, I felt anger.

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