August 18
Bright and early Saturday morning. No one other then Chloe is away at this time. What else would she be doing? She had things to contemplate. It was barely close to the end of August and already something huge has happened. What could she do about it? Should she confront him au leave an awkward memory between them. Afterwards he did apologize but still. It was startling.
Friday evening he knocked on her door. It was the sekunde time Eric had visited since she first moved. He seemed frustrated and confused. When she opened the door, he lunged at her. Not in attack mode au whatever. He lunged at her as in out his pouty lips against hers. Chloe was a little surprised but soon forgot all his worries. It was an amazing kiss but it was wrong. He had a girlfriend au so she thought.
It took a couple of sekunde before she tore him off of her. He had tears in his eyes. He mumbled an apology and abruptly left. He room was upstairs sleeping so she didn't hear a thing. Eric had just left her standing there feeling confused. He was probably zaidi confused kwa everything but still. Back at her old school, guys weren't so expressive with their feelings. They usually weren't straightforward but Eric was different.
Chloe did the only thing she did when she needed guidance. She needed a friend. She dialed Blair's number and told her to come over, it was an emergency.
Eric was over at Shea's again today. Shea wanted to color coordinate their outfits for the week. Eric wasn't all that into it. He was still a little upset about 'the kiss' but what was he suppose to do. Was he suppose to tell his girlfriend. On the other hand, he did have an idea. "Shea, I have some horrible news," he began. "I will tell wewe but wewe must promise me that we can speak of that party Sunday."
She stayed focus on the clothes. "Honey, you're too cute. Sunday night never happened. Just tell me whatever wewe have to tell me."
"It did happen and wewe can't change it," he said.
"Do wewe think I wanted that girl to get hurt?" Shea had a few tears and her voice was cracking. It was the first signs that Shea had a heart. It was almost touching. "How was I suppose to know she had already been drugged? How was I suppose to know she had an overdose? God, Eric!"
Eric had never seen Shea so defenseless. He cradled her in his arms. "You didn't do anything. It was all her. wewe are going to be okay." All worries about his cheating vanished. Chloe wasn't important right now, Shea was.
Blair was at Chloe's house in just a matter of seconds. She received the emergency voicemail a few moments ago. Her friend needed her. This is way zaidi important then chemistry homework. Her mom told Blair that Chloe was in her room. Blair found Chloe staring out the window. Chloe immediately turned around. At first, there was a smile on her face and then it turned to a frown. "What's wrong?" Blair asked.
"What's wrong is that I have the biggest secret to tell but I can't tell you," alisema Chloe.
"Why not? I'm your best friend?" Blair was a little confuse.
"If I tell you, then I won't have a best friend anymore. I'll just have me." Chloe said. "You do know Corey Louis likes wewe right?"
"No! Is that he secret?" Blair never in her life thought that Corey Louis liked. It was idiotic.
"Nah, that isn't it," Chloe said. "Do wewe promise not to get mad?"
"No, of course I won't."
"Eric kissed me yesterday."
She was quiet for an awfully long time. The awkwardness only grew. "Oh, well, great," she said. She had a plastered smile on her flawless face. It was obvious she wasn't thrilled.
Corey Louis has a tarehe today and was getting prepared for his tarehe this evening. Ever since the makeover, his life has been awful! He hasn't had much time for school work, Blair doesn't even notice him, and he can get any girl he wants but Blair. The only reason why he went on these dates was because he had to keep his reputation up. Shea was even forcing him. She alisema he had to make Blair jealous kwa dating other girls.
The full length mirror Shea bought him was located at the edge of his room. He stood in front of it. The red tie and black and white suite made him feel uncomfortable in his own skin. This wasn't him. This was some alter ego that Shea created. Everything was happening so fast and he wasn't even able to keep himself stable. No, instead he went along with everything Shea had said. This wasn't him. This wasn't who he wanted to be. He would have to think of some other way to win Blair over.
Bright and early Saturday morning. No one other then Chloe is away at this time. What else would she be doing? She had things to contemplate. It was barely close to the end of August and already something huge has happened. What could she do about it? Should she confront him au leave an awkward memory between them. Afterwards he did apologize but still. It was startling.
Friday evening he knocked on her door. It was the sekunde time Eric had visited since she first moved. He seemed frustrated and confused. When she opened the door, he lunged at her. Not in attack mode au whatever. He lunged at her as in out his pouty lips against hers. Chloe was a little surprised but soon forgot all his worries. It was an amazing kiss but it was wrong. He had a girlfriend au so she thought.
It took a couple of sekunde before she tore him off of her. He had tears in his eyes. He mumbled an apology and abruptly left. He room was upstairs sleeping so she didn't hear a thing. Eric had just left her standing there feeling confused. He was probably zaidi confused kwa everything but still. Back at her old school, guys weren't so expressive with their feelings. They usually weren't straightforward but Eric was different.
Chloe did the only thing she did when she needed guidance. She needed a friend. She dialed Blair's number and told her to come over, it was an emergency.
Eric was over at Shea's again today. Shea wanted to color coordinate their outfits for the week. Eric wasn't all that into it. He was still a little upset about 'the kiss' but what was he suppose to do. Was he suppose to tell his girlfriend. On the other hand, he did have an idea. "Shea, I have some horrible news," he began. "I will tell wewe but wewe must promise me that we can speak of that party Sunday."
She stayed focus on the clothes. "Honey, you're too cute. Sunday night never happened. Just tell me whatever wewe have to tell me."
"It did happen and wewe can't change it," he said.
"Do wewe think I wanted that girl to get hurt?" Shea had a few tears and her voice was cracking. It was the first signs that Shea had a heart. It was almost touching. "How was I suppose to know she had already been drugged? How was I suppose to know she had an overdose? God, Eric!"
Eric had never seen Shea so defenseless. He cradled her in his arms. "You didn't do anything. It was all her. wewe are going to be okay." All worries about his cheating vanished. Chloe wasn't important right now, Shea was.
Blair was at Chloe's house in just a matter of seconds. She received the emergency voicemail a few moments ago. Her friend needed her. This is way zaidi important then chemistry homework. Her mom told Blair that Chloe was in her room. Blair found Chloe staring out the window. Chloe immediately turned around. At first, there was a smile on her face and then it turned to a frown. "What's wrong?" Blair asked.
"What's wrong is that I have the biggest secret to tell but I can't tell you," alisema Chloe.
"Why not? I'm your best friend?" Blair was a little confuse.
"If I tell you, then I won't have a best friend anymore. I'll just have me." Chloe said. "You do know Corey Louis likes wewe right?"
"No! Is that he secret?" Blair never in her life thought that Corey Louis liked. It was idiotic.
"Nah, that isn't it," Chloe said. "Do wewe promise not to get mad?"
"No, of course I won't."
"Eric kissed me yesterday."
She was quiet for an awfully long time. The awkwardness only grew. "Oh, well, great," she said. She had a plastered smile on her flawless face. It was obvious she wasn't thrilled.
Corey Louis has a tarehe today and was getting prepared for his tarehe this evening. Ever since the makeover, his life has been awful! He hasn't had much time for school work, Blair doesn't even notice him, and he can get any girl he wants but Blair. The only reason why he went on these dates was because he had to keep his reputation up. Shea was even forcing him. She alisema he had to make Blair jealous kwa dating other girls.
The full length mirror Shea bought him was located at the edge of his room. He stood in front of it. The red tie and black and white suite made him feel uncomfortable in his own skin. This wasn't him. This was some alter ego that Shea created. Everything was happening so fast and he wasn't even able to keep himself stable. No, instead he went along with everything Shea had said. This wasn't him. This wasn't who he wanted to be. He would have to think of some other way to win Blair over.
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his moyo started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his moyo started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
I wrote this a while back, for my language arts class. Please don't copy, enjoy!!!:)
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
onyesha that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
au cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Don't be careless
About the world
Many people are penniless
They have nowhere to go
Generations through generations
Our numbers subtract
Stand up and fight
We are not powerless
Together we unite
And restore our happiness
Come on let's be earnest
We can improve academically
onyesha that we care
Our people need compassion
We live and love
And we think of above
Forever and ever
We will be together
No matter how wicked
au cruel we can be
We all live and die
In this democracy on Earth
Reality hurts, I have experience
It makes wewe feel free, and then drags wewe to the ground
It tells wewe that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes wewe see what wewe want to see
Let’s wewe feel what wewe want to feel
It puts wewe in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at wewe in the face for your mistakes
It can help wewe find upendo au heartbreak
In the end reality gives wewe the same outcome
The very outcome wewe tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
It makes wewe feel free, and then drags wewe to the ground
It tells wewe that everything will be ok
Later it crushes all hope and faith
It makes wewe see what wewe want to see
Let’s wewe feel what wewe want to feel
It puts wewe in those “oh snap” positions
It laughs at wewe in the face for your mistakes
It can help wewe find upendo au heartbreak
In the end reality gives wewe the same outcome
The very outcome wewe tried to avoid
Reality doesn’t control me, I refuse to be destroyed
