You Don T Know Me Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

Aren't you ashamed? With just a few words, my mother smashed my self-esteem to smithereens before hanging up impatiently. I stared at the phone screen for a long while, so lost in thought that I did not even notice when Jason Brown came back. "Why are you dressed up so nicely? Going out later?" His voice was low and smooth as he leaned down, his chin brushing my shoulder. That familiar scent enveloped me, yet all I felt was a suffocating heaviness in my chest. I gently pushed him away.

“Why would you trust me? You don’t even know me.” The words are so quiet I can barely hear them, but their meaning hits me like a punch to the stomach.

What was she in about? "But that aside, we will be going to a club this weekend." She said in a voice that I knew she was it playing. "No, no please…." I bumped into someone. Or maybe a wall. Strong body, familiar cologne, tall height and physique to die for. I did not need to look at the face to know who it was. What was with me meeting him these days? And was I happy? Yes. This is bad.

“How did you know it was me?” He replied immediately. “No one has this number except all the Buchanans, and I knew it was you since you’re the last one without my number saved.” She pouted. “What about dinner? Should I pick you up?” he texted. She pondered for a few minutes before replying. “Sure. I’ll get dressed. Come pick me up.” “Alright, Snowflakes.” Lying on her back, a thin smile crossed her face. Milton had never replied to her messages so quickly, and even when he did, it was after hours or days.

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

Riffen was unable to stop it, so he reasoned that the only thing that was fair was for him to attempt to fix the situation with him. - If you don't know anything, then don't tell me these things and act as if you are innocent. If you do know anything, then you know what to say about this. Both of us are filthy to the same degree. Perhaps you have forgotten, but you were the one who was responsible for the death of your brother, not I.

Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs I'm just a singer who already blew his shot I get along with old timers 'Cause my name's a reminder of a pop song people forgot And I can't keep a girl, no 'Cause as soon as the sun comes up I cut 'em all loose and work's my excuse But the truth is I can't open up Now you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck

“You can’t touch me, Tom. I’m dead. But I wanted to tell you something before I leave for good.” Tom shook his head, not following, “But you’re dead….” Suzanne sat down beside a weeping Yvonne, “Tom, this is the real deal. Forget physics. Your mother only wants to talk to you.” “You can’t be real….,” he was in denial.

If you don't know something do well to ask okay? I take a breath. “Okay.” This is it, I can't mess it up.