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He had a massive crush on Dana so doing this was even a big deal for Zach. It was like having to fight with Chloe and get angry at her because of Liam. “There’s nothing to talk about. She did something wrong to me, so I did mine. You don't have to know what it is.” Dana said. Oh, wow! That's how it was, huh? Zach nodded, and then he made his decision at that spot. "I see you're not repentant of what you did. That's fine, just stay away from me, because I won't be friends with someone like you, who does something that bad to someone who has never faulted them." He said.

He was about to say something before he corrected himself. "Still you didn't have to take me home. I never asked you too, so stop sounding so annoyed as if I was such a burden." "That is exactly what you are! A huge mother fucking burden, always has been since you were twelve. You are so unbelievable." Mason yelled in a hushed voice so Asher wouldn't hear him. Instead of crying in front of him, I sat up straight and poked my chest out. I was so mad and hurt, I can't believe I have a crush on him. Without saying anything to him at all, I walked away. I grabbed my pills and water and walked out of the room. I quickly walked to the bathroom and started the shower. I swallowed my pills quickly,

My sister, Kelly Sutton, was totally lovestruck. The night her longtime crush finally said yes, she begged me not to tell our parents about their date. She stayed out all night, and I covered for her. Kelly was so happy, I couldn't help being happy for her. Three months later, she jumped off the roof of our apartment building. Dad had a heart attack and died on the spot. Mom never smiled again. Eventually, she ended up in a psychiatric hospital. More than a decade later, after I became a cop, I dug up an old case that made my blood run cold. Kelly's crush, Calvin Tilley, was a psychopath who used love as bait to deliberately spread HIV, destroying young women's lives. That was why my

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

"And Indomie Super Nutripower!" He pulled out the remains of his partially crushed Indomie Super Nutripower, then crumbled it further, creating a fine powder. "Kevin, you think you can crush me with your Titan Freak?!" Bima shouted, his voice booming despite the pain racking his body. Kevin, having regained consciousness from the ZF-BOSS strike, roared in fury. "I'm going to finish you, you worm!" He lunged at Bima again, the Titan Freak trailing close behind.

~CRACK~ He clenched his fist again and delivered another devastating blow. This one wreaked havoc by shattering several ribs inside. The impact lifted him 2 feet above the ground. His entire body turned into soggy noodles. In just two strikes his knees gave in. ~Thud~ Yet, Creed never planned to stop there. He took a swing and landed another rib-shattering blow at the same place. Chuck's entire system went numb from unimaginable agony. The whaling cramps rolled over his body and benumbed his nerves. Creed's brutal assault almost made him pass out. Not even his opened Chakra helped him.

“Have you heard? Mr. Crusty was beaten in the slums. His hand was crippled, and he can no longer use his chimera right arm anymore!” “Wow, which hot shot is so bold to mess with Toro’s guys?”

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

I’m even expecting for him to like pop a fuse and just combust in shame. “I don’t have a crush on you—go and fuck your conceited self.” He grumbled while folding the laundry in the living room as we watch some classic series of Tom and Jerry. If anyone has some kind of issue with what we are watching—they could fuck off. I fucking love Tom and Jerry. “You know, it’s really okay to have a crush on me, I mean, it’s just a crush. It’s not like we’re gonna have se—“

All I could see was red, dark shades of magenta. I kept smashing my fists against the steering wheel as I let out a scream I've been holding in. it's broken, heart-wrenching, sad. It's been buried inside for too long. Letting it out felt cathartic, therapeutic. I screamed and screamed and screamed until my voice grew hoarse and the anger dissipated. When I was done screaming, done using my car as a punching bag, I slumped against the seat, exhausted and tired. Who should I blame with this?