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Chapter 5 [Blaze] Meeting her

 

      I have to admit, this girl is fucking perfect. Too perfect to even exist in the real world. Everything about her is beyond beautiful, and it's freaking me out. Her eyes are what's really getting me, I feel lost when I look into them. And her body... Damn. Hell yeah. Definitely her body too. Something about her seems so innocent though, and I feel like I can see right through her. Juliana clearly has never smoked a cigarette in her life, and her life is so bad that she tried to kill herself?There must be some emotional damage done to this chick, from what I can tell.

        She looks like she just got ran over by a train, but that's what fights will do to you. I notice she still has some blood on her knuckles that hasn't dried up yet, so I swiftly stand up and walk over to her, as she stares up at me in complete silence.

      “Do you want to wipe the blood off your hands?” I ask her, slightly narrowing my eyes after about ten seconds of her staring at me pass by. I cautiously raise my eyebrow at her, wondering if she's okay, until she quickly clears her throat.

       She looks down at her knuckles, and instantly frowns, suddenly looking like she's disgusted. Her eyes lock with mine again as she sighs. “Crap,” she whispers. “Yeah.”

        “Here,” I let out, holding up the bottom of my shirt for her, giving her a glimpse of my toned abbs as her cheeks turn bright pink, and her eyes widen in suspense.

        Juliana blankly stares up at me and shyly grins, which I have to admit is really cute. Shit, she's beautiful. I have to stop thinking this way. “Um, I don't get it...”

        “You can use my shirt,” I tell her, slightly narrowing my eyes.

         “Really? I don't want to get blood on you...”

         A small chuckle escapes my mouth, I can't hold it back. “I don't give a shit about blood being on my shirt. It's a blood stain. Big deal,” I let out, hearing her laugh.

        “You say that like you're used to it,” she smiles at me, biting her lip, which really turns me on. Shit. No girl ever has this power and control on me... If she keeps biting her lip like that then we're going to have some serious problems if she doesn't want to do something about the stiffy I'll get.

         Mickey unexpectedly steps next to me, and wraps her arm around my waist. “He is used to it,” she winks, playfully patting her hand on my chest. “Blaze here is a bad boy.”

       Julie laughs, and then steps closer to me, so close that we're only about a foot away from each other. She grabs my shirt and wipes her knuckles, and I realize I'm a little less than a foot taller than her. After it's off her hands, she thankfully stares up at me. “Uh, thank you,” she mutters.

        “No problem,” I laugh, winking at her as she grins. “Anytime.”

      “You're sick!” She exclaims, lightly pushing me before she moves away and folds her arms across her chest, strangely staring at me like she's confused.

       “No. I'm a guy. I'm not scared of fucking blood,” I sarcastically tell her, Mickey wrapping her arms around Juliana and softly giggling.

        “I can't wait for you to party with us!” She nearly shouts, jumping up and down afterwards and spinning around with her arms wide open out in the air, looking so happy it's crazy. She's always been a happy person, ever since I first met her in elementary school. She's had a hard life but yet you give her some drugs and she acts like nothing's wrong. That's what I love about her. The girl's my best friend and is the only girl I know I would never hurt.