We started walking to class, him trembling behind me. "Keep up, kid. It's not that hard, I don't walk fast." He tried to keep up, but every step I took was three steps for him. "I-I- S-Sorry..." He muttered. Tsk. 'how dumb... Watch who you follow.' "A-Are you S-Sure we're g-going the r-right way?" He asked me. I chuckled, knowing we already passed the classroom. "Sure I'm sure. I know my way around here." He continued trembling, but followed me. I led him into a small closet. "C'mon, shortie, in here." I whispered to him, chuckling. He entered the closet, and I closed the door behind me. I turn to him, and push him up against the wall. He asked me, "W-Why are we here...?" In a trembling voice. I looked him in the eye. "When I see something I want, I claim it." I leant down, grabbed his hand, and kissed it. "And right now, that thing is you." I chuckle.
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The beauty behind the thorn.
Teen FictionA girl named Sylvia Homestown isn't the best student. She gets in fights, sells drugs, and is in a secret gang. No one really talks to her, and if they do she's probably bullying them or selling them drugs. Until the new kid shows up. Will he be abl...
