Gangster's Girl

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pper? Or a thief? Or worst, murderers? The movement slowed and I thought that it subsided, the curtain was pulled aside and I threw the vase on whoever it was. I looked up slowly. Gosh, are you serious!? "You know what? This vase can do

"Anyway" he sat down on MY bed. "I

him, I am dead meat. I am really not kidding. "I won

ying, mister just ge

ight is beauti

n room. "Are you trying to be polite? Because get out is not a polite phrase" he half laid down on my bed, by resting his bac

Okay then. I'll leave

stant. He took his camera and damn, he clicked my photo again. "G

mom!" I said and cursed myself for stuttering. "Are you sure? I am coming inside" she said an

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I looked around to make sure he left. I saw a note on the ground. "I knew you'd do somethin

t... Nex

me he is co

... This is j

eepy thought as it is, but he sure applied some deo on him because there was still a hint of his sm

eenager, and you know all those hormones and no kidding, he is handsome. Anyway, I got read

thought I was not gonna meet him the whole day. "Hey Cat" he smirked. I realized his hands

the tree can't

my neck. "H-Hey, " I said and he smiled. "Don't you know my name?" he asked, but I was more co

ill in place. "T-Take your hands off me" I finally spoke an

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a little back but I really didn't

f. And his touch today... It was... It was different. Different than anything. I mean, I was feeling something I didn't even do when Bain used to touch me. Bain! He ran away yesterday. Haha. Such a coward. I roamed my eyes over

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our ex?" she raised