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"Hey!! Wait up!" he yelled after me. I smirked all the while jogging a bit faster. Somehow he caught up and slightly grabbed me by the shoulder. His warm, strong hands almost sent shivers down my spine. "Errmm...I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for judging you. You know, not many 18-year old girls try out for the senior boy's baseball team and make it." he said, astonishment evident in his deep voice. I look deep into his stormy blues eyes. I cocked my eyebrow at him. I'm gonna love playing around with this guy. "Well, I guess you could say I'm not like many other girls. I'm..." I thought for a moment before finishing. "I'm different" I replied coolly. Before we could get any deeper into this conversation, I briskly turned my back to him and ran the rest of the mile to my house. I am different from other girls. That's something my mom always told me. Darling, you're different, accept it. ~Helloo! Probably not a good idea to be writing three stories at the same time, but I couldn't wait to write this one. Just a little background, this is a Jonah Marais imagine.
Part One~ Moving On
