She Loves Her

She Loves her 3 - Don't Remember

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I didn’t know why I said it, it just came out I guess. I squeezed my teddy tight, collapsing on my bed. I wander what she (Izzy) is doing right now? Unpacking? Chatting with Chloe or maybe taking a shower or stripping her clothes? -  NO! I quickly shock my head. Wishing I had never thought of her in the first place. I stared at the ceiling blankly, until I dozed off.

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Izzy P.O.V

The room I shared with Chloe wasn’t anything special, two beds with covered in pink. Exactly what I hated, I mean just because am a girl doesn’t mean I go with the word pink. Anyway there were two wardrobes and that was really it. It was a really un-modern style bedroom infact the whole school was old fashioned but I guess Chloe tried to pimp the room up a little by putting some posters on the wall.

“I’m happy you’re sharing a room with me Izzy, it’s pretty lonely in here” Chloe said with her shy voice that sounded really sweet. I guess she was a pretty nice person to hang out with. She had short blonde hair and big brown eyes. Her nose was pierced and she had a perfect round beauty mark next to her right eye.

“Yea, me too. I look forwards to sharing with you. Good thing I wasn’t put with, what’s her name again?” –

“Lola?”

“Yea her!” I continued “She seems like the type I would hate to hang out with, not to even think of sharing a room with, lucky I got put with you”

“Well yea I guess, but the thing is that no one gets put in a room with Lola, I was actually surprise she asked you to share in her room”

“Why?” she is probably one of the rich kids or something

“Well… her dad is really rich and wants her to get the best and all those things”

“Hmmm yea I thought so”

“But let me warn you Izzy. Her friends in other words the perfects twins are the last people you would want to meet in this school, try to avoid them”

“I will” I laughed. I always knew that Lola girl was only playing nice so she can make friends with me, I just don’t trust her. I have to admit she is beautiful and her father is rich so am not surprised she isn’t a bitch. She probable wanted me to share a room with her then she could pick on me. But there’s something about her I don’t understand. Just the way she looks at me is like she had seen me before, like she knows me.

Lola P.O.V

“Lola” Brenda stroked my cheek, and kissed my lips again. Her lips were soft, warm and sweet. She left my lips and got of the bed, making feel like a selfish child, that always wants more “It’s been a while” she whispered.

“I know, but Brenda” I looked into her incredible grey eyes, “Why were you acting like that today? And the way you looked at me” I bit my lips, my eyes burning with tears, “Was as if you hated me”

She frowned, “WHY LOLA!” she pushed me away, her eyes suddenly burning with fire which frightened me. “I’M NOT HER!” she turned around and walked towards the mirror. She leaned her slim naked body against it gently kissing her reflection. I felt a hint of jealousy. She was so beautiful. She looked exactly like one of my paintings

“You’re always painting her, never me” She began to cry. Even when she cried her tears were beautiful. She tears were pearls.

 “Go to the room, and paint me then” She kissed my four head. “Paint me” her voice faded away, and so did she like dust. Then every thing blurred away.