Chapter Five; Love Suicide
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"50 seconds, just tell me what you want" I asked luke as he stood ahead of me.
Love Suicide.
The 'clever' title of the heartbroken girls who had their souls ripped out of their chests. Then they hate the intelligent bastard who threaded them for a week, before bowing at his feet and drooling about him in their sleep.
The sense of stupidity stuck In the desperation of the girls at my school have been over powering the world population ladies and gentlemen. They skipped Purgatory and flew straight to hell. Their leave of absence would be thoughtful, but truthfully. What can you do?
The classical 'Bad Boy' stood leaning with his side against the ice cold green locker. His arms covered in a basic leather jacket, with it's rips here and there. A signature 'eye gleam' and smirk to pull of the look. Not to be too uncritical but he wore it well. To my despise.
My eyes gleamed across his face, an eyebrow of my furrowing.
"I wanted to talk to you." He said softly looking around, his arms unfolding as his side pushed off the icy temperature locker.
"well then, talk." I leaned in an whispered rolling my eyes partially. 9 minutes and 23 seconds before I had to get to my next class.
"not here." he whispered softly gently tugging his lips between his teeth.
I simply just rolled my eyes and began to walk past him. "you've got to be kidding me.."
"Just meet me outside the library after school, please." he whispered, no with his hand gripping my arm gently as I looked at him.
"fine." I whispered before tugging away and walking down the hall, by books against my chest again as I quickly stop at my locker.
What did the asshole want now.
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unedited
- Rachel Sierra
October 30th 2016
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