Living With The Player

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o me, getting a constant whiff of his cologn

l. I got up from the motorcycle. Of cou

we live together," I re

med as I starte

nt straight to my locker getting

hands hold my waist an

at voice all too well. His presence

ponded as I turned and pl

I'll confirm by saying he's my boyfriend. Two ye

gized and I sighed. He didn't need to

ot your

he house caught on fir

meeting his intense gaze. What do I do? I can't spill Dylan's

lace." Well, that wasn't a tota

as we held hands on our way to class. Glad he dropped that, one crisis avert

an called behin

an edge, dead in my tracks, and unable to rea

w he's yelling my name in the halls? Murder me now. It was his dumb idea not to get noticed, wasn't it? I mentally smack myself acros

lan was. Everyone did. He meant "Who the fuck is he to call your name lik

sly grin. My jaw dropped, he did not just spout out the rubbish. I wished the ground would just open up and swall

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