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I scoff, shaking my head. “It won’t. I know it won’t. They can’t hear us much less smell us from all the way out…” she trails off, the sounds of heavy paws headed quickly in our direction. “Damnit.”

Adam tried to go further, tugging at my clothes and trying to pull them down. Just then, something in me shifted. My mind snapped back to reality. This wasn’t right and this wasn’t me. “Stop,” I said, pushing his chest. but he didn’t stop. “Please…” My voice shook, I pushed harder, with my breath coming in short gasps. Finally, after several tries. he froze, then pulled his hand away from between my thighs. My whole body trembled, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding,

Teegan's P.O.V. We all keep looking at the vehicle following us, and then I get an idea. I don't want any distractions while we're trying to help others, and these people are an annoyance. "Let's pull over and get gas," I tell the others. Joel looks at me, confused. "Why? We have more than half a tank." He says. "I'm tired of them following us, waiting for them to do something," I explain. "What do you have in mind?" Joel questions me. I smile and lean back in my seat.

he wAnted to move away but i didn,t let him. "no please i don,t want to go back right now they will then not let me meet you and will make me stay away from you . please lets not get back just hold me please " "suddenly i was scooped up in his arms . "what are you doing " "no matter how much i want to be here with you but we can,t , beacuse if we stay a little longer it will be hard for me to control my self , we have to go baby and you have to wait just one more day and then no one can come betwen us it will be you and me "

I can’t stop thinking of when we’ll do it again, because I know somehow, it’s not a matter of if but when. I am a mess. I’ve had to talk myself out of going for walks, wondering if I’d run into him and say what exactly? He is way out of my league I tell you, way out of my damn league. Not wanting to get tempted, I stay inside on Sunday. ***

Festus needed to do that wake up call. I do not think that he is overreacting but stopping him is also equal to making sure that his words were right. "Festus I need you to get dirty. If these people want to sabotage my reputation in the blogs I think it's also time to hit them with something different. I'm not going to wait until someone acts like a messiah to help me out of this, I am going to make sure that I stop mistakes from happening." I say. My resolution has been planned from the start, I'm only just having cold feet making sure that it comes to fruition.

It's says 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 30!!.

I said to him. "We can't end violence with violence. When will it stop, Mace? They attack, we attack, they retaliate, and we retaliate, and it goes on and on until we forget what even started it in the first place. I say we grab Larry and destroy the ISA." Marcus said, and I began to laugh from frustration because it seemed Marcus was yet to get the memo with these guys.

Ryder Lila swallowed hard. Her voice came out small and shaky. “But I can’t help it. I can’t—” “You have to!” I cut in, louder than I meant to. My eyes widened as the words rushed out. “Please. You know it can never work between us.” She stood up slowly. Her movements were careful, like she was afraid the floor might crack under her. “Why not?” I shifted back instinctively. “Stop, Lila.” I shook my head and raised my hand, palm out, taking a step away from her. “Just… fucking stop. Fuck!” The word tore out of me sharper than I intended. It echoed in the quiet room.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "