My life had became a terrible lifetime movie, filled with sex, lies, drama and even the dead body. And truth be told it was all my fault, every bit of it.
I knew was wrong, but I love the taste of him against my lips. I love to feel his strong arms wrapped around me.
Thor one of those guys that taylor swift writes break up songs about.
With those wild blue eyes, and James Dean good looks, I was hook after one taste of him.
He was the devil in sheep clothing, so does that make me the devil advocate? No it makes me naïve because I trusted that smile, and wild blue eyes that pray on young girls like me. Or maybe it was the other way around maybe I knew what he was doing, maybe I like the danger that came from riding fast cars, and the rush of drug run through my body. Maybe I was tired of being innocent, or having to save people, maybe I just wanted to save me for once.
I'm getting completely off subject now, I know you guys are wondering why I'm in hotel room covered in with Lucas's blood while clings to life. It's a long story...