started on: 3/14/16
Dalia Anderson is 17 years old, she thought she was a normal human and that she had the perfect teenage life, had the best friends, and a nice and kind aunt to take care of her.
Until a new boy transferred to their school an...
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After the shopping trip, I am now in alpha Marcus' office, reporting what Dalia has been doing for the day. (A/n: pic of the office is ^)
I actually hate Dalia for what she did to me, for what she stole from me.
And now, I'm doing this for revenge, pure revenge.
"Okay good job, keep up the good work" he muttered while scanning through his papers.
"Okay, I'll do my best" I smirked while saying so. I left to my room, beside the alpha Marcus'.
Once I got in, I saw Derek sitting on my bed. He glanced up from his phone and smiled at me.
I made my hips sway more, when I started going to him.
I straddled him, but I took my clothes off first then we started kissing. It continued on after that, and all I felt for the whole night is pure pleasure.
Dalia's POV
*RINGGGGG RINGGGG RINGGGG RINGGG*
I groaned as I was rolling around the bed trying to find for an escape from that hell hound.
I tried everything I can do to go back to my sleep. But noo I gave up, there is no way out of that annoying stupid alarm.
I stood up from my bed and grabbed my outfit and undies for the day from the closet. A white and black flannel, plain white crop top with "you are my ☀️ my 🌜and all my ⭐️'s", a pair of ripped black shorts, and a pair of white and black superstar.
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I went to the restroom, as soon as I got there. I turned on my speakers, and started playing Roman Holiday by Halsey
I started taking a shower while singing out the lyrics and dancing to it. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Do you remember the taste of my lips that night I stole a bit of my mother's perfume Cause I remember when my father put his fist through The wall that separated the dining room And I remember the fear in your eyes The very first time we snuck into the city pool Late December with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath Didn't know where we were running to But don't look back
We'll be looking for sunlight Or the headlights Till our wide eyes burn blind We'll be lacing the same shoes That we've worn through To the bottom of the line And we know that we're headstrong And our heart's gone And the timing's never right But for now let's get away On a Roman holiday
