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I nearly stumbled over my non-existent shoelaces at the mention of his name. Unfortunately, I didn 't have enough time to ponder over Connor 's words. My eyes flickered towards the student body around me until it landed on one face that drove every single person insane. Especially me. He had been doing that to me since middle school.

his dirty fingernails against my skin, only his sour smell again. The moon that watched. The

Doug - Doug is just ew he runs all the time. When i got home from my shopping he was running up the stairs and he almost knocked me over. He also sweats a lot ew disgusting. When he jogs by me he stinks so bad i feel sick. I wonder if he ever showers if he doesn't I’ll have to tell Angela to stay away from

I just want to stare In thous brown eyes and never let that moment go

I stare at him in shock. He's the perv who thought I wanted to sleep with him.

“I really like what you’ve done to your hair.” His figures run through my short still black hair and then down the side of my face. A smug smirk on his face the entire time.

He looked back at me with daggers in his eyes. For five seconds, all I wanted to do was talk up to his smug face and sock him. I’ve been at this school for four weeks, and by that time I had known most of the people, even though I would never make contact with them, The boy that knocked by textbook down? His dad’s a priest. Imagine how that would go for me. “Open to page four in today’s local newspaper to read about Holden Caulfield punching the church’s priest’s son.” I thought, and knew that would’ve been a bad decision. For some reason, in the back of my head, I had a feeling that it was going to be a bad

Brainstorm pulled you on his lap by your hips, with a soft but firm touch. His habsuite was filled with the sound of his cooling fans kicking in trying to keep up with his overheating frame. And it was starting to feel uncomfortable being on top of him. Your soft bare skin was warm against his hard metal frame was making you sweat. You swore you heard one of your sweat drops sizzle on his chest plate.

“ROGER!” He bellowed, stumbling across the room towards me. I flinched, as he drew his wolfish face close to mine. The sharp, pungent scent of whiskey filled my nostrils. “D’you know how much of a worthless pain you are, kid? The school called again today, they said you’d been actin’ up in class, stealing and botherin’ the little un’s.”

I go out of the room when I get too hot and get a drink of water from the fountain. He comes out the door and smiles.

I looked up at him covered in his spit and cum sitting in the hallway right outside my apartment and tried to glare but he just smiled back.

“Listen well: I don’t care what you want. I am dragging you to the edge of hell myself and you will have a manufactured smile on your face when we arrive.” His snake-like grip tightens around my windpipe. I can’t breathe and this is the point.

Every single reverie I’d had of him since the second we'd met comes in giant waves, crashing agains the walls of my mind, but the reality, this kiss, blows each and every one of them out of the water. Absolutely nothing could compare to this all-consuming, earth shattering, utterly remarkable kiss. I feel incredibly out-matched and the timid Cordelia who’s taken hold of me contemplates just how much practice he’s had doing this, but I ignore her and focus on his

The scent is calming and soothing, and soft. Much like the man himself. And he smiles.

Alex’s lips left a burning path down to your collarbones, tongue running over your clavicle, hands gripping at your waist as his hips pushed down into your own, hands slowly pushing up to run across the skin of your stomach, his hands were so warm and welcoming and you’re surprised you aren’t actually melting into his touch.