and you can't have a man look at you for five seconds without feeling insecure...
she snarled at her.
"god, what a freak.
she's such a tool"
she would say to her friends, laughing
and they all agreed.
she would hang her head down low,
in the hallways.
and you watched,
oblivious of what it was doing to her.
and then she started flirting with you.
she would laugh at what you said, touching your arm.
and would cross her arms,
letting you take a look at her cleavage.
and of course she was hot.
with her died brown hair,
cold green eyes,
and extra slutty clothes,
you couldn't help yourself
but let your gaze linger on her.
and she watched you
watch her,
growing more insecure at each passing moment.
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Broken Hearts | ✓
Short Storyshe believed in happily ever afters. that was her first mistake. *people of society [warning: plot holes, rushed endings, short chapters, and an overall crappy book. in other words this is the trashiest piece of trash to have ever been labeled as...
