He flicks the lighter and cups his hand around the cig as he lights it. Shaking the heat off his hand, he puffs a cloud of smoke into the air. I'm sorry, did I forget to mention the other items we still have? Yeah, thank god we didn't lose Al's precious cigarettes and lighter.
So fuck, we’re back to this now? Douchebag, heavy-smoking, slick rockstar Alex. That’s too bad, I quite liked rational, empathetic, charming Alex.
Wow.
Wow, Cloey.
Why am I so foolish? A couple sentimental sentences doesn't make him a good man. Stop falling for his deceit so easy!
However, which of the two personalities is the true deception?
Ugh, stop with your vague, wannabe-poet talk because that doesn't matter now, does it? For at the moment, I'm stuck with Mr. Greaser …show more content…
Biting my lip, I desperately try not to squeal. Don't show weakness, “don't fear me. No, I'm just here to enjoy you. Isn't that what others do with you?”
Shake your head no. Punch him and run off. With nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. God knows Alex won't find you. Left with the consequences in my brain, I have to. I just have to agree, “Y- yes.”
“Well, aren't you a good bird now?” He runs his hands through my locks, making me cringe and shake and burn with rage. But I really want to scream, cry, and curl up in a ball, perfectly portraying how I fear for my life.
“Excuse me, what are you doing to my girl?!”
“Wha-?” The old man snaps himself away from me, “Oh I didn't-”
“Yeah, she's mine, you wanker.” My bequiffed knight in shining leather. The man I've never been happier to see, “Get off. Go!”
“Come on, love,” Alex grabs my hand and drags me away from the horrendous scene to the exit. Yeah, I've never been so grateful for him. As soon as we're hit by foggy midnight, I practically collapse onto my wobbling knees.
“Cloey!” Alex's eyes widen as he drops to my level. For once, they're filled with concern, “Oh shit. Are you …show more content…
Seriously? You're like a hormonal teenage girl, swapping one emotion for another at the snap of a finger. I thought we had reached a certain level. That I had delved a bit deeper into the enigma of Alexander David Turner, past the glimmery ego of a shell. Then again, maybe I did, but he thought I needed to reach the surface for a breath. Sadly though, I know inside I'm done with all of this confusion. I just want a straightforward person to help me get out of this godawful mess and Alex is just making my head spin a bit more, “I'm sorry, but I've gotta
So fuck, we’re back to this now? Douchebag, heavy-smoking, slick rockstar Alex. That’s too bad, I quite liked rational, empathetic, charming Alex.
Wow.
Wow, Cloey.
Why am I so foolish? A couple sentimental sentences doesn't make him a good man. Stop falling for his deceit so easy!
However, which of the two personalities is the true deception?
Ugh, stop with your vague, wannabe-poet talk because that doesn't matter now, does it? For at the moment, I'm stuck with Mr. Greaser …show more content…
Biting my lip, I desperately try not to squeal. Don't show weakness, “don't fear me. No, I'm just here to enjoy you. Isn't that what others do with you?”
Shake your head no. Punch him and run off. With nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. God knows Alex won't find you. Left with the consequences in my brain, I have to. I just have to agree, “Y- yes.”
“Well, aren't you a good bird now?” He runs his hands through my locks, making me cringe and shake and burn with rage. But I really want to scream, cry, and curl up in a ball, perfectly portraying how I fear for my life.
“Excuse me, what are you doing to my girl?!”
“Wha-?” The old man snaps himself away from me, “Oh I didn't-”
“Yeah, she's mine, you wanker.” My bequiffed knight in shining leather. The man I've never been happier to see, “Get off. Go!”
“Come on, love,” Alex grabs my hand and drags me away from the horrendous scene to the exit. Yeah, I've never been so grateful for him. As soon as we're hit by foggy midnight, I practically collapse onto my wobbling knees.
“Cloey!” Alex's eyes widen as he drops to my level. For once, they're filled with concern, “Oh shit. Are you …show more content…
Seriously? You're like a hormonal teenage girl, swapping one emotion for another at the snap of a finger. I thought we had reached a certain level. That I had delved a bit deeper into the enigma of Alexander David Turner, past the glimmery ego of a shell. Then again, maybe I did, but he thought I needed to reach the surface for a breath. Sadly though, I know inside I'm done with all of this confusion. I just want a straightforward person to help me get out of this godawful mess and Alex is just making my head spin a bit more, “I'm sorry, but I've gotta