He’s world went too fast, and burned too bright. I knew that I was going to be chewed up and spitted out alive. I was aware what I was going to put myself into; I knew the troubles that came. I didn’t know that losing someone would be this hard, especially when you didn’t tell them what you wanted to for such a long time. He’s a bad boy, and I’m a good girl, and I know I’m going to get my heart broken in time.
“Hello?” I answered my phone.
“Listen you leave him alone, otherwise your secret is going to be exposed to the world. Got that, he’s mine, all mine; not your and will never be yours!” the screeching familiar voice spoke before hanging up.
I dropped my phone and watched it landed on the cold hard floor on the streets of London. I felt the tears on my cold cheeks, bending down I reached for my phone. Don’t start crying, if you start crying the paparazzi would get you and then what would happen to his reputation then? The voice in my head said. It was right; he already hates me that’ll make him hate me more, I thought to myself as I ran down the road no caring anymore.
If I could help myself you know I would, but why do the bad boys always look so good?
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