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Immortal
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Warning: Some events in the story are true. Names have been changed to protect those who were involved.
Lucas Scott noticed the voicemail icon flashing on his phone. He knew it was from her. He entered his four digit password, and pressed his phone to his ear. He felt his heart race when Chrystal's sweet voice filled his ear. Instead of hearing excitement in her voice, there was sadness. How did he expect her to sound? He just broke her heart.
"I hate you for making me fall for you. I hate you for playing me, even when you promised you wouldn't. You don't even love me do you? You never did. I feel so stupid and disgusted for ever falling for you and sending you those pictures. God, how stupid am I? You have hurt me more than any other guy has. I really thought you were different. You showed your true colors, didn't you? I now see what I douche bag you are. I never want to talk to you ever again, nor do I want to think about you. And I hope that when I move out to Cali, I don't see you."
The voicemail ended with a beep and the options to save, delete, or replay the message. He
groaned and rubbed his forehead, trying to releave the sudden pain of a headache. Why didn't he just tell her? Better yet, why didn't he just leave her alone. No, he couldn't leave her alone even if he really wanted to. Ever since he laid eyes on her caramel skin, looking into her brown eyes, that was full of innocence, he knew he had to have her. The only thing stopping him from going to her house right now, appologizing and kissing her, telling her how much he loves her while he makes love to her was the distance. She lives in Kansas, and he lives in California. Of course it doesn't take much for him to get there, after all he was their kind. He was forbidden to see her. It was for her own good anyway. He can't get her involved in his life; which was really messed up. Everyone who reads about being what he is, thinks it's amazing and wonderful. It really isn't.
He got up from his bed, slipped on his black and red nike's, and made his way downstairs, on his way to Josh's house, his bestfriend.
Chrystal turned the knobs of the shower to steaming hot. She disgarded all her clothing, getting into the painfully scorching hot water, letting it hit her back. She needed to make sure she washed really good. Scrubbing away all the grossness she felt. She grabbed her washcloth, pouring soap into it, then began to wash up. How could she be so stupid? Sending a guy she barely knows pictures of her. Even though it was just pictures of her in her bra and underwear, she still felt slutty. No guy but him has seen her and he goes and does this? She couldn't understand what she possibly did wrong to make him upset at her. Tears constantly poured out of her eyes as she scrubbed really hard, making her soft brown skin now turn to the shade of red.
Lucas Scott noticed the voicemail icon flashing on his phone. He knew it was from her. He entered his four digit password, and pressed his phone to his ear. He felt his heart race when Chrystal's sweet voice filled his ear. Instead of hearing excitement in her voice, there was sadness. How did he expect her to sound? He just broke her heart.
"I hate you for making me fall for you. I hate you for playing me, even when you promised you wouldn't. You don't even love me do you? You never did. I feel so stupid and disgusted for ever falling for you and sending you those pictures. God, how stupid am I? You have hurt me more than any other guy has. I really thought you were different. You showed your true colors, didn't you? I now see what I douche bag you are. I never want to talk to you ever again, nor do I want to think about you. And I hope that when I move out to Cali, I don't see you."
The voicemail ended with a beep and the options to save, delete, or replay the message. He
groaned and rubbed his forehead, trying to releave the sudden pain of a headache. Why didn't he just tell her? Better yet, why didn't he just leave her alone. No, he couldn't leave her alone even if he really wanted to. Ever since he laid eyes on her caramel skin, looking into her brown eyes, that was full of innocence, he knew he had to have her. The only thing stopping him from going to her house right now, appologizing and kissing her, telling her how much he loves her while he makes love to her was the distance. She lives in Kansas, and he lives in California. Of course it doesn't take much for him to get there, after all he was their kind. He was forbidden to see her. It was for her own good anyway. He can't get her involved in his life; which was really messed up. Everyone who reads about being what he is, thinks it's amazing and wonderful. It really isn't.
He got up from his bed, slipped on his black and red nike's, and made his way downstairs, on his way to Josh's house, his bestfriend.
Chrystal turned the knobs of the shower to steaming hot. She disgarded all her clothing, getting into the painfully scorching hot water, letting it hit her back. She needed to make sure she washed really good. Scrubbing away all the grossness she felt. She grabbed her washcloth, pouring soap into it, then began to wash up. How could she be so stupid? Sending a guy she barely knows pictures of her. Even though it was just pictures of her in her bra and underwear, she still felt slutty. No guy but him has seen her and he goes and does this? She couldn't understand what she possibly did wrong to make him upset at her. Tears constantly poured out of her eyes as she scrubbed really hard, making her soft brown skin now turn to the shade of red.
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