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Reasons, Regrets, and Revenge

Novel By: lostlover
Young adult

You stole my heart and you broke it. It's time for revenge. I won't go easy because I don't play the love game to get even. 'Katie' plays to win. ( I still watch ICarly. :) There are cuss words. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 3, 2011    Reads: 30    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

October 7, 2009~

"So you're the big, bad wolf and I'm an innocent, little girl?" I told him acting like Super Bitch (My Hero).A smile darkened his face. Okay, I'm somewhat of a good-ish girl, but it sucks to be called out by a wanna-be.

"That's one way of putting it."

"I'm not a good girl," I retorted, "but you do resemble a dog."

"Prove it."

"How am I to prove you look like a dog?"

"Follow me,"was all he said and then he walked away.

"I'm not chasing after you!" I called after the (cute) asshole.

"Yes, you are," he said loud enough to hear without yelling or turning back. If this turns out like Twilight, I'm gonna be pissed.

"Fine, I muttered and followed him. He's turning me into his dog; he better not put peanut butter on his crotch. I followed him like a good pooch, into an alley and through a side door that he held open for me.

"Are you sure we're allowed in here?" I asked glancing around. He whispered four, silly words that I haven't heard since the sixth grade: "I told you so." I want to scream. I'm gonna burn down the first person who said that.

I arched an eyebrow and calmly said, "Let me finish. If we are, I wanna go somewhere... darker." I said sexily. "This place is a bit mellow for my tastes." He chuckled at my attempt. My room may or not have rainbow bed sheets and pink walls.

His eyes dared me to take it back, but I'm too stubborn. It wouldn't matter where we went; I'm alone with a guy who has a sleeve of tatoos and I think his name is Angel.

"Actually this is my room." I glared at him and noted the mattress on the floor in the corner.

"So I'm suppose to sleep with you to prove I'm not a good girl?"

"I did't say that but thanks for the offer," he smirked turning off the light and grabbing me by the waist. He leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed him off me and turned on the light.

"I think I would rather be a good girl."

"You know you want to," he whispered in my ear, caressing me with his brown eyes. I snapped away from him and took a breath. But then he breathed down my neck, and I forgot my haughtiness.

Alot happened back then but we didn't go as far as he wanted. I wish that was the last time I saw him. I wish I never met him at all. Regrets.


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