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Aug 08, 2014 01:45PM
Scared out of her mind, She got up and bolted for the door.
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He ran after her and grabbed her wrist. "You lied to me!" Hey growled. "You made me your little puppet."
"Let go of me!" she tried to shake herself free.
He pulled her back into his room. "Why are you doing this?!" He growled.
By way of answering, she pressed her lips against his.
He backed up. "Stop trying to kiss me!"
She burst into tears. "But I love you!"
He stepped back, his eyes wide. "What now?"
"I love you! We were meant to be together, I want you to be mine, just please let me!" she said, tears running down her face.
He backed up against the wall. "Alexa... I can't. I love Sarah."
"No! Its okay! Just.. be with me, we can get rid of her! I promise... I-I'll plant a fake pregnancy test in her dorm, or something, and you can accuse her of stuff, ans then we can be together! Its simple!" she told him hopefully.
His eyes went wide with worry. He shook his head. "I'm not doing that, Alexa."
"Yes! Or I can get my brother to kidnap her, or finish the job her ex-boyfriend started! She's cheated death already, we can just give her what she deserves!" she kissed him again.
He squirmed under her and ran to the other side of the room. "No! You can't do that!"
'Please!" she yelled. "Please love me?"
He was panting as he sat at the edge of his bed. "Alexa, Sarah is the only woman I love."
She sobbed. "but she's a whore! She's sold her body before! I-I'm pure! you can love me!"
He stood up. " Don't call her a whore!" He growled.
"Fine then." she said defiantly. "She's a prostitute,"
"She's not!" He growled, getting up in her face.
"She. Sold. Her. Body." she growled back. "I think thats what we call a prostitute."
"She doesn't anymore!" He said angrily.
"Oh yeah? Ask her," she snarled before walking out.
(I loveeee drama! Skip to when he picks her up?)
(Ok so how about all that about her being a prostitue is false and she gets upset bcz he thought it was true?)
( ooooh yes!!!!)
He picks her up, red in the face.
He picks her up, red in the face.
"Hi, babe," She smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
He pulled away. "Sarah... Have you ever gotten paid for sex?"
"Excuse me?" she asked him, unsure if she heard right.
"Some guys in the locker room were talking about paying you for sex." He was popping his knuckles.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "I wouldn't- I've never- Why would you even believe that?" she asked him, bewildered.
He looked away. "I figured it was before you met me."
"Andrew, I- I would never do anything like that!" she shook her head. "Just how low of an opinion do you have of me?"
He looked back at her. "I don't! I just was wondering!"
She looked at him, her eyes teary. "You thought I was a prostitute,"
He out a hand on her shoulder. "No I didn't!"
"You asked me if I had ever gotten paid for sex. You said you figured it was before I met you," she wiped away a tear. "Obviously you thought something,"
He groaned in frustration. "Okay, what if this girl came up to you and told you I gave her an std or something? Wouldn't you ask me to make sure?!"
"No," she snapped at him. "I freaking trust you."
He looked away, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
She swallowed hard, trying to hold back tears.
"I'm sorry." He said, trying to keep his composure.
She climbed over to the drivers side and sat on his lap, silently crying into his shirt. All she really needed was to be near him right now.
He held her softly and rubbed her back. "It's alright," he muttered.
She wiped her tears and looked up at him. "Am I really that much of a slut?" she asked him.
He shook his head. " no! Of course not!
She raised her eyebrows. "A-are you sure?" she asked him, trying to decide if he was lying.
