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Shout out to mymortalromances, cause you're just that awesome, aswell cause I'm, happy you metnioned me in your latest chapter... It is suggested, peoples! It's a great read.

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SamPOV

Angel and I stood with the large gang members in some dark alley on the edge of town. Angel stood confidently infront of them, hands on her curved hips. While she spoke to the guys, I could not help but check out her ass while she wasn't looking...

I was so thankful I had gotten over Max. She was such a trouble, plus she never liked me. At least with Angel I know that I'm helping her, as she's helping me. The only problem, Max was way hotter than Angel, but I could survive...

Angel handed over the money in trade for an envolope containing what we needed. I cheered on the inside as we exited the dark place. I felt the gang's eyes bare into mine and Angels back.

Once we were out of earshot, Angel gave a whoop, "Yeah, babe! We got it!"

I smiled at her as she leans against a red bricked wall. I hovered over her, hands resting against the wall next to her head. She smirked at me as I looked into her eyes, then her lips. She kissed me hungrily. We stayed like this until she pulled back, setting herself on the ground and preparing us the smoke.

"Thank God we found some guys! I was worried we wouldn't find it in this stupid, little town,"

I agreed with her, not really listening, just thinking of her naked...

"Sam! Listen! God, you're so stupid,"

Suddenly, her phone went off. She flipped it up, reading the message. She groaned, pocketing the phone again.

"What happened?" I asked, setting myself next her, leaning against the wall as her hands worked.

"What? Oh, right. It's just Max in hospital, nothing majar," she shrugged. I felt my eyes widen, "what? I thought you were over her,"

"Oh, yeah totally, but she's still our friend," I covered.

She looked back to the envolope, "well, she's yours. I wouldn't care less, to tell you the truth..." She finished our rolls, hands me a slim, hand-rolled cigerette. I took it, bringing it to my lips. She did the same, presenting an old-fastioned lighter. She smirked, lighting my stick aswell as her own. And there we sat all afternoon.

But in the back of my mind, I could not help think of Max and the rest of the band.

Only a short chapter, but I had to do it, sorry...

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