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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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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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"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.
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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.