A/N Ew. I am so ashamed of this story , its really bad . Anyways , I thought it may be okay to upload anyways , due to the fact that I actually worked quite hard on it . I hope maybe it doesn't annoy you all that much . . . enjoy (hopefully)
{Stolen kisses had never felt so good}
[It all her stared sophomore year. There was a party hosted by the queen of sluts, Olivia Ryan in which the whole school had been invited to. Including him. The infamous Kemp Hurley was attending aforementioned party. KempfuckingHurley. He was the schools biggest (former) player, but he had been recently tied down by Nikki (never Nicole) Dalton her bestest friend in the whole wide world.]
(Lyons View Point)
Nikki claimed she loved him. He certainly loved her, but Nikki just wasn't giving him what he wanted. I could and I did. I had never in my life felt so disgusting, so dirty, & beautiful all at the same time. I was a whore, but I couldn't stop because I was his whore. (A/N Sorry to throw in a random authors note , but that was probably the most lame thing I have ever written . {I was his whore} like , seriously ? Sorry . ) Our junior year was when I began to date Josh Hotz. I tried to break it of with Kemp, but he convinced me that we belonged together and that I couldn't just give this up for some boy (what a hypocrite). He still came over to my house every Monday, my guest house on Thursday and my car on Saturday. I just couldn't help myself.
(Hurley's eyes)
Claire was my… guilty pleasure. Yes, I love Nikki (my girlfriend), but Claire, my god, she's just so damn hot. I love how her eyes are the deepest blue. I can't help but love how her hair feels when I run my fingers through it. I love how after every time we do it when I'm just about to fall asleep she takes a picture. I love how she smells like my cologne. I love how she where my football jersey when we just stay up a talk on Monday nights. I love how she has my football numbers (28) tattooed on the inside of her wrist. I love her sloppy kisses in side the janitors closet. I love Claire Fucking Lyons.
(Daltons glance)
My (ex) best friend is a slut. A skankey whore. It took some time for me to catch on as to what was happening. The first tip was the she had two new tattoo's. One was a heart on her left ankle. The other one was what worried me more. It was the number 28 (my boyfriends football numbers) on her wrist. Sure it's not to suspicious, but it was still strange. The next week I was at her house trying on random outfits with her when I noticed something that looked really similar to Kemp's jersey, but I brushed it off. Kemp was the star quarterback, I just assumed Claire bought a replica from the PTA at one of his games. The final clue was when I was on her computer looking through picture albums when she went downstairs to get food. I found an album label After S, K&C. I curiously clicked on it. I wished I never had. Inside were pictures of my boyfriend and Claire. Naked. I my heart shattered.
A/N So that was my pathetic attempt at a story. I wasn't originally going to put Nikki's part in, but then I re-wrote it and liked it a little more so I put it in . I'd love some constructive critics. Thanks
~Michele 3