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Authors Note: Okay so here come the chapters where you will begin to hate me. But if you promise to keep reading and not get mad then I will make my next story a good one. I will be taking requests to Thanks for the reviews!
He liked Neela. He thought she was cute, nice, and funny. And, just like everyone else, he liked her accent. It was different with her. But it was different FOR her too. She didn't like him. He didn't make her head spin, make her want to drop dead right in front of him so he could give her a fake CPR. She wasn't like that. He wasn't for her but he promised himself he would get her.
"Neela. Can I talk to you?" He asked her.
"Sure." She told him.
"Follow me." He said.
"Where are you taking me?" She laughed.
"Only to the lounge." He said in a more serious tone.
"Oh." Neela said. She bit her tounge. They both walked into the lounge as she tasted blood.
"Neela. There's something I've been wanting to tell you." He told her.
"What's going on?" She asked, worried.
"I'm in love with you. Ever since I've met you it's been like I never want to be alone without you." He told her. She was in shock. What? She asked herself. He likes me? But he can't!
"You know I can't." She said quietly.
"Give him up Neela!" He fought. "I can give you all of the same things."
"But I don't like you!" She yelled, getting to her feet. The taste of blood was stronger.
"But you will." He told her. "I'm not much different and you will learn that!"
"No." She told him. As simple as that. "No." She said again.
He took his hands and pulled her near until they were as close for a kiss. He was much taller than her but it didn't matter to him. His hands were around her waist and this was his chance.
"Neela." He said. He leaned in but she pushed away.
"I can't Ray!" She yelled at him. He didn't care. He tried again this time succeeding, but not for very long. This kiss meant nothing to Neela but much to him. Neela thought she was in the clear...until she heard a noise. The door of the lounge swung open.
"Neela?" A voice asked. And in a second the person who had stated her name was gone, a bundle of flowers hit the floor with such force that some of them lost their petals.
"Oh my God."