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Girls will be girls. “I’ve read a lot of books about human behavior Miles. It was all about learning the different gender of a…” “Oh, oh, yeah. We already knew that.” She raises her hands-on air and rolled her eyes. She turns on the music loud inside this car without even my concern and shouted to me her response, “Don’t try me your dirty little psychology tricks. I’m not buying that anymore!” A minute later I harshly stop the car and turn off the radio. “What are you doing!”

As he drinks his coffee next to me, he just watches me make my banana bread toast in amusement. I take a few bites and put the toast back down, for he's glaring at me intently to the point that he looks like a creepy psycho. I try to remain amicable and plastered a sincere smile. I have to make it believe that I'm calm and not feeling uncomfortable, so he would let me go. I need to pretend that he didn't sucker punch me like an asshole, that he is. I broke the silence and offered my other toast, which he gladly took. He gives me one of those charming smiles.

“Why didn’t you tell me the whole truth from the beginning?” “Because you wouldn’t have listened! Because girls like you never listen until it’s too late!” “Girls like me?” “Girls who think they can save the monster.” There it is, I thought. She finally said it. “You think you’re special,” Sia continued. “You think this is real.” “It feels real.” “Of course it does. That’s his specialty—making psychological warfare feel like love.” “She’s wrong,” I muttered to no one, even though I could still hear them.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

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But she noticed something else. His smile. Nyx offered her a smile, full of threats and pride. "You want to be added to the list? " he voiced for the first time. So he talks. "No, I think I'm safe as long as I don't have blonde hair. Right? " "You seem too sure about yourself. Right? " he responded darkly. "I am, b-" "A small piece of advice for you Miss, you should never trust a psychopath" he interrupted before she could go any further in the discussion which he was bored with.

My ears twitched as I heard their hushed conversation. 'Brucie, you thief,' she whispered, giggling. You ate half of it so fast?' 'What's mine is yours, Psycho,' 'Let's share my pain, break your legs, so we can wallow together.' 'You are crazy, break my legs for what, you? I rather go donate all my organs to a mad man than you.' 'Blah blah, you are a psycho too, let's psycho together.' 'I'll pass,' 'Break your leg or I'll tell him you ate my donuts,'

Tammy Her condition is getting worse, despite all her futile attempts to avoid him. Faith decided to act against her will, meddling with both her patience and her sanity. How can she forget about Lucas, when he keeps popping up like this? Especially now, that Sesh is spending so much time with his friend, Matt. Twisting the knife further still, his name has become a powerful weapon against her weakness, an ever-present sound on everyone's lips that's confusing her even more. If it's not about his looks, it's about his arrogant attitude, which, like a magnet, attracts vilifying rumours and lustful wishes. Her life has turned into a sinking ship, going down fast in nauseating swirls, and with

As she took a step forward, ready to fight, inducers were fired into her body to make her sleep. She turned her eyes toward her gang, trying to fight the sleep. Anger rose as she was about to lose control. Then another inducer pierced her body. She fell. Before she hit the ground, they pushed a floater toward her. Silence followed as her eyes closed, breaths controlled, bodies shaking with fear. Someone whispered, “She’s a psychopath. Don’t you know her nickname?” Another followed, “She’s called The Psycho Queen.” “Damn! Who’s gonna carry her now? Absolutely not me,” a bald man said. “That girl terrifies me. I can’t get over when she flipped me over. Even unconscious, she’s scary.”

They stayed like that throughout the whole movie. When the movie was done, they stood up and went outside. "Let's get some Ice-cream." Said Brandon. "Of course." She smiled. They went to the ice-cream stall and she ordered a cheesecake cone. Brandon got a chocolate cone. Whilst waiting for their ice-cream to be ready Alissa thought she was dreaming when she saw Aron. She rubbed her eyes and looked again but there was no-one there. Why was she getting so paranoid she thought. Brandon took their Ice-cream and he handed her, her cone. They walked slowly to the parking lot when they finished eating their Ice-cream, Brandon opened the car door for her, and she went in. They drove back to her dorm