"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um...
I stood there breathless as I saw the love of my life kissing my best friend. She wasn't just my best friend, she was like a sister. Realisation hit me - he cheated after saying he wouldn't and she let him. I backed up towards the door trying to be as quiet as possible but luck wasn't on my side. My back bashed int...
"What do you want?" I glared at the blonde boy. "To see if you're okay" He mumbled, looking straight into my eyes. They were full of sorrow and guilt, Like he was actually sad he stopped. It made me even more angry. He broke our promise. "I'm fine. Now stop following me!" I growled. ------> Ever since Grace Jones was...