"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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October 30th 2017
My eyes never drifted from the old clock on the blank white wall all through English, I was one of those people who made sure to finish her work as fast as possible so they could spend the rest of the period daydreaming and slacking off. English was my power move, I have never gotten below an A+ in the subject it simply comes as naturally to me as breathing. We were seated in a circular table, Jude, Marceline, Dakota, Jasper and I. I caught Marceline's gaze and she gestured to lean in closer so she could talk to me.
Marceline Daniels is and will always be one of the most genuinely beautiful human beings I've ever laid eyes on, her eyes were the shade of sage green you often only saw on vines entangling old buildings, her skin was a fair shade of caramel brown and she had short light curly hair.
