Waiting Game

Waiting Game

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 21, 2017
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Romance
The urge... the must... that feeling you get when you truly want something.... someone. Its hard containing that feeling... that need to do everything you can to please a person I couldnt resist him no matter how hard i tried. It was so tempting... it felt so right. But deep down inside I knew it was oh so wrong. And he didn't know me.. he didnt know who I was.... who i am... I cant believe did that. I dont even know who I am anymore ______________________ "Look what we have here" said Jason. "What do you want" I said "You" he said while biting his bottom lip seductively. I can't lie.. the way he did that turned me on. "Umm no thanks I rather kiss a dead rat" I said before walking to class. I look back at him to see a devilish smile like he new that I was lying. I wasn't lying cause he's the bad boy every girl wants him except for me. I guess that intrigued him.. I hope it didn't because I don't like Jason Rotruigez.. I don't.. I don't.. I don't.. I don't?
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