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Lily said. “Yeah, baby girl.” “Can we wisten to Fwozen song? Pweeese.” “Ohmigod, you don’t have the CD do you?” I whispered. He grinned. “I don’t have the song, baby girl. How about Guns ’n Roses?” I looked back at her. She wrinkled her nose, but then just as quickly, smiled. “Nobemba Wain.” Alex chuckled. “Okay, baby girl.” He released my hand and chose November Rain from the Use Your Illusion CD and I giggled. “Well played, honey… well played.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Naega gal gireun naega bakkuji mwo (I’ll change up my path myself) Wigineun gihoero da bakkuji mwo (If you really wanna see me cry) Guji uneun kkori bogo sipdamyeon Yetda nunmul (Fine, here are some tears) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ryder smoothly took over from Joy and it seemed as if he was warning me through the next set of lines to not take advantage of his sister and her “loneliness” coz he was gonna “swallow up his hate” this time with a warning and “would not get mad”.

“We have to leave.” But Wade isn’t done. His body quakes as he reaches into his pocket. Slowly, he draws out something small, metallic. His fingers fumble, trembling with weakness—but determination steels his movements. He slumps against the wall, his breath shallow, his voice now a hiss of dying rage. “You think you’ll escape me? No.” The object catches the firelight. A remote. His thumb hovers over the button. Wade’s lips curl into a twisted smile. “We all go down together.”

"Maybe it's because people just shine when they're doing the things they like. No matter how much our teachers and classmates disliked you and how horrible your family was, you never stopped forging ahead. "You studied hard and did the things you thought were right. You didn't give up on yourself just because the world kept telling you you were wrong. That's why you've always been the one leading me on my journey. You're like my beacon." I stuttered at his heartfelt confession. I couldn't form a coherent sentence. "N-No, I'm not. Why… Why would you think that? I—" Peyton interrupted me. "I wrote a love letter for you. Do you want to read it?"

The familiar feel of the keys under my fingertips is comforting. Taking a deep breath, I begin to play my second favorite song. Lost Girls. The notes flow effortlessly, each one resonating with the emotions swirling within me. As the melody fills the room, I feel a tear escape and slide down my cheek. This song has always been special to me, a reflection of my journey and my struggles. It carries the weight of my past and the hope of my future. My number one favorite song doesn’t hold hope, but Lost Girls does. Because the rawness in the lyrics and beats, they start out sad, and it only seems like it can only get sadder. Then the chorus towards the end, before the final lines... gives you ho

The ring on my finger was proof of that, an anchor keeping me tied to the hope that he’d return. Gideon seemed to sense he’d hit a nerve, because he changed the subject, turning his attention to Wyatt. “Hey, champ, how about we get ice cream after the appointment? Chocolate or vanilla?” “Chocolate!” Wyatt shouted, clapping his hands, and I silently thanked the distraction. At least Gideon knew how to keep Wyatt happy, even if with me he only brought complications.

XAVIER ROCKWELL I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words I wish I found some chords in an order that is new I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think

❤️ THEME SONG OF THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤WISH YOU WERE HERE ❤SONG BY AVRIL LAVIGNE❤ ❤️I can be tough I can be strong But with you, it's not like that at all There's a girl That gives a shit Behind this wall You've just walked through it And I remember all those crazy things you said You left them running through my head You're always there, you're everywhere But right now I wish you were here

Troy whispers, making Alexa chuckle, and I roll my eyes. "Troy, you wish every hot guy was gay. But if that was the case, then what would be left for us? Selfish Troy, selfish!" Alexa hits his arm softly making Troy chuckle, catching the attention of that particular person he has his eyes on. The guy clenches his jaw and quickly looks away. Troy brushes it off, maybe Alexa is right. Wishful thinking of him to hope the hot new guy would be gay, though, I hope he finds someone soon.

“How do you know I didn’t?” He just watches me. “I just do.” I try to move my shoulders again, in a shrug, but they hurt. “Don’t see the point, either way. Last thing I need to add is the stigma of snitch on my forehead.” “You should’ve kicked their asses,” Jesse leans against me in a familiar manner. I don’t stop him. When I don’t say anything, he adds, “Want me to do it for you?” The offer is so unexpected and weirdly sweet that I glance at him. “Thanks, but if there is any ass kicking to be done, I’d rather do it myself. Appreciate the offer though.”