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Deception.
{glitteringlights}
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Rushing, rushing, rushing.
It's all a game. A fucking childish, immature joke that she always plays. But there's nothing he can do. He can't stay away. He's caught under the rushing water. He can't breathe. Because as much as he wants to, he still can't shake the image of her patent red lips, her mysterious, shaded amber eyes, her feminine figure. He should've known better to come here and see her. He should've known he'd get caught in her current of mystery and allure. But he just can't get enough; he can't bring himself to leave. He's under her spell and there is no longer anything that anybody can do to help him.
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His name is Cameron Fisher and he is a complete dumbass. Poor, poor Cammie, going in for the heartbreak once more. He should know her games by now, but wretched Cam's pretty little head is filled with naiveté and false hope. He has pretty eyes; one is an aqua blue and the other is a emerald green. But, those pretty eyes are fixated on one Massie Block.
MassieBlockMassieBlockMassieBlock. The bitch is ruthless and the name of her game is heartbreak. One second she's there, the next she's gone and the only memory of her will be heartbreak and her infamous amber eyes glaring her infamous scowl, but shining brighter than the stars. That's the thing about Massie. As much as you hate the bitch, you can't help but be in awe of her. She's like a fucking eclipse: she's there for a moment and she's gorgeous and she's perfect but then she's gone and you don't know what happened and you're not even sure she was there to begin with. She's like a fucking mirage.
Stupid Cam, the lovesick puppy that he is, never learns. He's been through the experience more times than anyone could count but he still goes back. It's pathetic, really.
But, anyway, Massie was there. She was inhaling a freshly rolled blunt, smoke billowing around her. Let's just add to the fucking mysteriousness, why don't we Miss Block? She had that fucking grin on, that fucking grin that everybody loves.
She was drinking a scotch. Miss Block only drinks hardcore shit. No pussy drinks for her. Cam was going in one last time. He swore it was his last; he wasn't gonna fall for her tricks again (keep thinking that, Fisher). The bitch gave him the shock of a lifetime.
"I'm coming to Hotchkiss." she murmured in that fucking seductive tone that she knew nobody could resist.
Hotchkiss Academy. Like the place needed anymore goddamn drama.
"Why?" Cam questioned excitedly, as if he were about to pee is goddamn pants.
"Don't worry about it," she sighed and took another hit, "All you need to know is that I'm going to be there."
"Does that mean?"
"If you play you're cards right." Massie answered the open-ended question.
"Relationships," she continued, "are not really my thing. But we'll see." The reply was ambiguous, but it slightly satisfied Cam's hunger.
Cam glanced over to the bartender, hoping for another drink. "When are you coming?" No reply.
Cam looked back.
Massie was gone.
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My other story was shitty.
This is my new one. Sorry for the language haha.