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He runs his fingers through his hair, and comes closer to me.
My heart starts pounding out of my chest. What the hell is he doing?
He's literally right in front of me, giving me his famous devilish smirk.
He holds my chin and looks stra...
"Jason is going to tell me something today. Its either good or bad.." I said looking down.
"Kim! Stop worrying! Trust me, it's going to be great news!" I give her a slight smile.
"Thanks, you're right, I shouldn't be worrying." I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and see Jason's beautiful face. A shiver went across my spine. It's good news..good news.
"Kim, I need to talk to you. " he says seriously. I take a deep breath.
"Okay."
He takes me in the janitors closet, and closes the door harshly. Shit. We're either going to make out, or he's going to kill me..
"Jason, what is it you were going to tell me?" So, I guess no making out? Dang it.
"Kim, I- I" Love you?
"What is it, Jason?" he exhales.
"I want to break up with you."
"WHAT?!!" he frowns.
"Sorry-" I cut him off.
"NO PLEASE JASON I-I LOVE YOU!"
"Kim, I'm in love with someone else.." Oh hell no. I could feel tears streaming down my face.
"W-why w-would y-y-you d-do t-this?!"
"I got kinda... tired of you."
"How?! Please Jason, I can change!!"
"No! There is no need of that."
"Pleeeaase Jason I could fix anything!" I want him so bad.
"Kim! You were a great girlfriend! Its just.."
"ITS JUST, WHAT?!"
"I lost feelings for you.."
"Bu-but-"
"I-im sorry, Kimberly." Kimberly. He never in his life called me Kimberly.
After he apologized, he opens the janitor door, and runs up to a girl. I couldn't tell who it was because my eyes were blurry from all the tears. I was crying for like 10 minutes straight , until a voice interrupted my great depression.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" I wipe my eyes, and looked up.
It was my librarian, Mrs.B. Shit, this is embarrassing
"Oh um, hey Mrs. B.."
"Kimberley , what happened to you?!"
"Oh, its nothing-"
"Come with me." I sighed and stood up and walked out from the janitors closet.
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"What a arsehole!" Mrs. B says in her old lady British voice.
Currently I'm in the schools library spilling everything that happened to Mrs. B. Surprisingly shes a really good listener.
"I know.. Two years down the trash." I started crying again.
"Oh sweetie, dont cry! Let me tell you something." I look up at her.
"He doesnt know what hes missing. Youre a great girl, Kimberley.. He's just not the one for you."
"But, Mrs.B, he was my soul mate! He was my first love!" She sighs.
"Soulmate? He can't be your soulmate. If he was your soulmate, he wouldnt have broken up with you. And even if he was your "first love", he's not the one."
"Wow. How do you know so much about this, Mrs. B?" she gives me a slight smile.
"Because of my love story." God, I love love stories!
"Oh, please tell me!"
"Well, okay if you insist. Where do I start..."This is gonna be interesting.
"I was about sixteen. I was attending this school, believe it or not. I was inlove with afootball quarter back, named John Harris. Everyone was crazy for him, especially me. Mark my word, he was my first love. To my luck, he was interested in me, and we started dating . We've dated for about a year, until he cheated on me with a cheerleader, god knows her name! I was crying for days,but one day a handsome young man came up to me, and said, and i quote, "Are you okay,maam? A beautiful lady shouldnt be crying in the streets." And that's when I fell inlove. He was my second love."
"Wow." Was the only word that slipped out from my mouth.
"And do you know, who that young man was?"
"Mr.B?"
"Bingo."
"That was beautiful, Mrs.B." I started sobbing again.
"Aww its okay. You'll find your second love. But you better get going." I stood up from my chair and went up to library door.
"Thanks again, Mrs.B."
"If you have any other problems, you know where to find me." She gives me a smile.
I smile back to her, but in the inside I'm dying. "Yup, see you soon."
Once, I dried my eyes, I got out from the Libarary. I was still rubbing my eyes from all that crying, and started walking. But, I bumped into someone. Someone very muscular. Damn, I could almost feel the abs.The person has no boobs, so I'm guessing its a guy.
I took my hands off my eyes and looked up, and recognized those hypnotizing blue eyes. Troye Hunter.
