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He had to recognize none of that had been a front. Thursday spoke to how I'd spent my time, "Pinking of You." It seemed to be all I ever did anymore. Friday, I hoped he'd see this was possible with "Toucan Do It If You Try." And Saturday would lay down the gauntlet and profess more than I'd been willing to say to anyone in years. "GPS I Love You." And I did. Although I had no idea if he was capable of returning that sentiment. Beck promised to let me know how he received each one but couldn't guarantee when she'd be able to get them to him during the day. Waiting on her text Monday was agony.

A flow of nectar creased his fingers and her thighs as her need to release increased. Micheal leaned closer to her, increasing the force of his fingers. “Oh shit! I am...almost there” his fingers pounded her so hard that it took her breath away . Her hips lifted, her thighs shaking as he applied more pressure. The line between her and her orgasm broke off and her eyes shut as she released all over the bed sheet.

I had no idea that anything could work its way through the cacophony of narcotics I had coursing through my system. I thought I would be numb; I believed I needed to be to get through the night, I'd prepared myself, but somehow, she'd still crushed me. I wanted to get up and go backstage to her. Those few minutes on stage weren't enough. I needed to hear from her own lips how she was doing.

“She has her head in her heart and a broken body Never wrong but she always says sorry Takes the pain and throws away her pride For a man with a hole in the middle of his chest Promising herself that she'll only see the best So she stays and gives away her life Paint over the walls now, even though they're only gonna fall down Every night is just a fight, no end (no end) But she swears it's gonna work out Even when the screams are getting so loud Tryna find the missing light again (and again)

she had a crush on me "You had a crush on me" a nerd OMG, how can a nerd actually had a crush on me, well I am ladies type every one of them want a piece of me, they all earn my touches like you do nerd He said arrogantly, but what can I do about you nerd, I am sorry I had to break your heart, but I am not interested in you and stop having a stupid crush on me because it's can never happen between us, and you ain't my type to begin with he smirked as he continues

Just like a moth drawn to a flame Oh, you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain Your bitter heart cold to the touch Now I'm gonna reap what I sow I'm left seeing red on my own You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm shaking, falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Tripping over myself Aching, begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Stitches by Shawn Mendes

To the dance floor. To the moment I'd seen another man approach her. To the brief second before Mason interrupted. To the irrational satisfaction I'd felt afterward. I set the glass down harder than intended. The sound echoed softly through the room. I frowned. Then picked it up again. The memory refused to leave. Ava laughing. Ava glaring. Ava refusing to look at me. Ava looking at me. My grip tightened unconsciously. The glass slipped. Time seemed to slow. Then…. Crash.

All I can think about is him. Finally. I’m going to see him again. A quiet excitement builds in my chest, sharp and addictive. I can already imagine it— The masks. The music. The anonymity. Just me and him… No eyes watching. No fear. No consequences. Just us. I exhale slowly, my grip tightening around my phone as my smile deepens. “Finally…” I mutter under my breath. I get him back.

At my graduation ceremony, I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings to my longtime crush, Kurt Wilder. Across the street, Kurt stood in his sleek black gown, posing for photos with the effortless poise that always made him seem untouchable. My heart raced. Unable to contain my excitement, I dashed toward him—completely oblivious to the red light at the crosswalk. There was a deafening bang. All I felt was pain, then darkness swallowed me awhole. When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was a stark white ceiling. I was in a hospital bed. And standing beside me—was Kurt.

It was a message from a number she didn't recognize. **Ethan**: So... when's our rain check? Lena's heart skipped a beat. Maybe her crush wasn't as hopeless as she'd thought.