josmile2000
kat
Beer is for the foolish, the lost, the hurting.
Though I'm under-aged,
I've never tried beer.
But my mother hates it.
You used to tell me stories
'Bout love and castles and royalty.
I don't think I ever want to forget that,
Because those were your words.
His acidic blood hit my skin, and I felt as if I was burning. The hot, rusty liquid sprayed onto my upper body and soaked into me like deadly sunshine. I slowly met his eyes. He was crying, because this hurt him too. His bodily fluids were being fried. These were his last moments.
My desire for Noah was burning even more now that the room was dark and the moon shone on his chest as he pulled his shirt off. My heart thumped loudly, as if it was trying to escape my rib cage. Noah looked at me and then leaned down to my face and whispered,
"I'll be back soon."
He stood up and climbed out the window. I heard him land lightly on the ground below. I hoped he'd come back human, not wolf.
My faith in his credibility had disappeared ever since he'd invited me over to that party. Where he got me drunk,
And then got me naked.
I had higher ratings for Noah. But as Kasen drew closer, and he placed his hand on the back of my neck, something between us vibrated. A sensation neither of us could have explained. His lips were so close to mine, and in the dark, he whispered two, sweet words.
"Kiss me."
Every part of me screamed yes and yet I yelled back no. But our lips connected, like a plug into a socket. My decision was sealed. Noah was out of the picture. Kasen was the main priority.
The sweaty, nervous feeling that settled in his stomach ensued the disconnection of their lips. Her neon blonde hair was so glittery in the sunlight. Her bright metallic blue eyes were piercing and deadly. Everything about her slim, perfectly youthful body captured him. Yet this was the wrong girl. The wrong age.
Strong desires had kept us apart. But the meeting of we conducted that night was no longer a raging fight filled with strong language and phyisical violence. That night, we were not enemies, but lovers.
I watched as Nick targeted the black creture on the wire and shoot it. It fell to the ground with a soft thud in the dead grass. He trampled through the cracking blades and held the crow up by it's legs. We'd found dinner.
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