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Catching feelings 
                                     CHAPTER ONE 
 
All I remembered about that night was shattered glass and cold blowing in onto my face, my legs.
Someone whispering, oh my god, baby, it's okay, we're okay. I love you, I love you.
I had been slumped up against something—a couch? a chair?—when they had pulled me out and into their arms. Glass scratched at my arms and we both fell to the ground, the other person with a groan of pain.
They had pulled me onto their chest, stroking my hair from the roots to it's tips softly, and when I had leaned up to look at the bright lights that were shining onto us, they had pulled me back down so my face was buried in their chest.
"It's all okay," they whispered and I realized the voice was a male's

I gasped awake to the sound of beeping. "She's awake," a woman cried, her voice choked up, tears in her eyes. "Oh baby, I was so worried."
My eyes widened as I took in the room filled with people I didn't know. Except for one person. Him.
Sitting in the corner of the room with his head bowed, his hair falling into his forehead, I recognized him.
He had been the one to pull me out. But that's all I knew.
"Emma?" the woman asked. "Sweetie? Do you know who I am?"
That's when I shook my head no, and started to cry.



 




I'll be your wings, fly baby fly. 


ByByBirdy  ♥  c h. 1
"... Birthday, dear Blair, happy birthday to you," Someone sang softly in my ear.
I smiled blissfully, opening my eyes to see my boyfriend of one year, Colby, with a lazy grin on his face.
"I love you," I whispered, snuggling closer to his chest.
This was going to be the best eighteenth birthday, ever. I was positive of it. 
"You better get out of here soon," I laughed, "My parents will come up here any minute."
"Blair! I hope your decent!" My mother sang from the other side of the door. Thinking quickly, I shoved Colby off the bed, and he landed with a soft thump and a groan. I kept my foot on his chest when he tried to sit up.
I smiled apoligetically at him, and turned to face my mother. 
Colby lay silent on my floor, and I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. My mom raised her eyebrows.
"Colbalt, next time you sneak in here at night, why don't you use her window, not the front door." My mom said, using his full name, and I started to giggle relentlessly.
Colby sat up, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, "Uh, yeah, sorry Mrs. Smith. Won't happen again." 
She nodded, winking at me once, and closed the door behind her.
"Yep," I decided, "Best birthday ever."
He grinned at me, leaning so he could kiss me.
When we pulled apart, our lips brushed as he spoke, "I'll make sure of it, baby." 
 


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c h a p t e r  1

 

I stayed in place until I heard footsteps coming closer. To me.
Oh god, I thought, I never even ended school. I've never even been kissed.
 I closed my eyes, my hands shaking, and crawled over to the door. This was now or never. I got up from my hiding place and ran for it, running right into something hard.
I looked up with wide eyes, and saw a guy, who looked like he was twenty.
"Look what we have here," He said with a smirk, "A cleaner girl."
"I'm not a cleaner girl," I said through clenched teeth.  

I dragged my eyes away from his clear blue ones that, as much as I hate to admit, I lost myself in. I saw in his hand a bat, and two other guys with a strong build. They looked like thugs.
I backed away from him.. but he grabbed my arm, gripping tightly on me.
"Let," I tried to run but his hold was too strong, "me, go." 
I kneed him where the sun don't shine, and made a run for it, running towards the broken glass, only to fall down, and have pain run throughout my arm. I heard him grunt in pain, and his footsteps came closer.
I whimpered as I felt the same guy pick me up like I was nothing, and throw me over his shoulder.
That's the last thing I remember. 

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P r e l o u g e

 

I scrubbed the gym floor in my horrible school, and sighed.
Staying overtime .. once again.
"Annabelle, that better be done by the end of the night," My boss growled at me, shutting the door with a loud bang.
He left the gym, leaving me to lock up. The lights switched off, and I groaned.
I sat there in the darkness, scrubbing away at the floor, which helped nothing but I got paid anyways. 

 Then, I heard something smash. Sounded like glass.
I looked up from the floor, my eyes widening, and my hands trembling.
People were in here.
I'm going to die. Oh, god. Oh, god.


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Superstar  ♥  prelouge

"OH MY GOD!" A girl squealed in the Starbucks I was sitting in, "He's coming back to LA,"
Her friend sitting next to her also squealed, making me wince.
I glared at them, but they ignored it.
"I know! He's so yummy," She said, smiling.
"Who says yummy? Is he a peice of meat?" I said, under my breath. The girl looked up, watching me intently, before she got her things, and walked over to me.
"Do you even know who he is?" She asked, angrily.
I scoffed, looking up at her face, which was pinched with anger.
"You have no idea." I grumbled, pushing out my chair. It was true, they really didn't have any idea.
Reese Sparks was my bestfriend.
He was also a known actor, and on posters in millions of girls' rooms.
And, he was coming home. 

major vent, scroll past.
i hate that a lot of our best witty writers are leaving. 
what's wrong with witty these days that people have to leave?
i don't see a problem with it. how did it change, exactly? people are leaving because they don't get enough favorites on their stories. what the hell? why would you care.
writing is writing. aren't you doing it because it's what you love to do? 
people are going to wattpad because they can get more attention for their stories.

i don't know. i'm done ranting.
i'm staying here.

 

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Part 31
Bree's POV
When the door opened at Jason's house, I was fuming.
It was Jason. My heart dropped seeing him and knowing he wasn't mine anymore.
"Where's Dex." I hissed.
"Um, are you..okay?" He asked, and I pushed past him, looking around.
Then, I saw the scumbag.
"You better start running." I spat at him, and he turned to me, his eyes widening.
"Woah, Bree..calm down. It was just a big mistunderstand-" I cut him off,
"Don't you dare say this was all a misunderstanding! I understand perfectly well that you told my boyfriend I cheated." I said, through clenched teeth. He got up, walking towards me slowly.
"I'm sorry, Bree," He said, softly, reaching a hand to touch my cheek. I slapped his hand away, and then without thinking, I reached up my hand and slapped him across the face. His eyes widened, and glazed over. He reached a hand up to the now red cheek, and looked at me in disbelief.