I hate everything. I was convinced of this until the day I met him...
We burned our school down and ran away from everything. It was so chaotic. All of it. Where do I even begin?
I hate everything. I was convinced of this until the day I met him...
We burned our school down and ran away from everything. It was so chaotic. All of it. Where do I even begin?
A hand land on the back of my neck turning me around "don't turns your fucking back on me" he growls in my face , heat pool down my core while I smirk "what's wrong Sandro ? Don't tell me your jealou...