This story has all rights reserved. All material included should not be used or reproduced in any form. Any similarities this story has with other books is purely coincidental. He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. Cherry pie could work too," I bite my lip. I don't think cherry pie is any less strong than peach but hey, maybe it is? I don't know, I'm not a scientist.

My shoulder and head were the only other things that were completely screwed up, literally. My shoulder was dislocated and scarred all up and I got a grade three concussion.

Hello, A-a-ron," I nearly laugh at my own joke. He runs his hand through his light brown, wavy hair as his dark blue eyes focus on me. He doesn't say anything and I'm quite thankful for that. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself further. Good. Just like nothing happened. I like how you're saying that just as always. Bye-bye," He stands and exits. Support authors: If you like this and can afford it, consider buying the original, or supporting the authors directly. I keep telling myself I'll stop trying but every time I see someone new, there's just this need. I want to be liked so badly and I don't know how to ensure that.

I pass through the main part of town square, where the tall marble fountain runs, and after passing it I begin to slowly walk down the scariest part of town square. He just doesn't understand that I'm a national champion multi-tasker, a pimp, and a CIA agent; he's got nothing on me. I sit down in one of the booths and reflect over my life choices. The horrible and unexplainable life choices that come to me in the blink of an eye. So, I figured I can go to his restaurant or whatever, maybe see him, and I could get some food if I wanted with the money Aaron gave me.Let me guess," I look up at him as he stares down at me. I let my eyes fall over all of his features. No gray hairs, that's a good sign. No wrinkles, that's also a good sign. Strong build, that's a wonderful sign.

I walk along the street of town square quietly humming Malibu by Miley Cyrus to myself. I end up in the middle of Red Street. I make my way down the stairs and I carefully step over the broken glass when walking through the kitchen. My knee basically had to be reconstructed after I shattered the entire patella, not to mention the ACL tear which caused a whole other surgery on its own.

The scar above my eyebrow. The huge scar along my shin. The scars on my knee. The terrible scar on my rib. Tears of frustration build in my eyes but I don't let them fall. I take deep breaths and close my eyes envisioning a big red velvet cupcake.

He lifts my arm ever so slightly and I look down at it. A light but there bruise sure enough sits on my arm just above my elbow. No," his eyes fall down to my lips but I ignore that, now unhappy at the fact that I can't call him what I want to. Do you need a ride home?" I question and her eyes fall to her fingers. I start fiddling with the scrunchie she gave me nearly a week ago. That was probably on the top five list of worst things to say to a stranger who's sitting on a bench at night.I walk a little further down the street and finally I come to a place that actually doesn't look bad. Or like there are strippers inside. You're quite rude you know," a dark glare settles onto his handsome face. He pulls away from me, a small sneer on his face.