She's Mine by Faith Harper, Faith Harper (old books to read .TXT) 📕

said to Liz when she was banging on my car door that I kept locking. "Come on Talia, she'll probably be too busy exchanging saliva with some bum from the street," she cooed. "You know how bitch is, Whitney is going to be in there with her demons!" I exclaimed still holding the lock down on the my door.

 

"You owe me," she said tearing up and letting go of my door. "I've barely spent time with you because you were on suspension and," she paused, a tear rolling down her pale face.

 

I can't believe she is using this against me. But, it's my fault i got into it with Whitney. It's my fault I started smoking and had mood swings on my best friend. 

 

I unlocked my door and came out. The cool air hitting me, but it didn't bother me. "Thanks," Liz whiped her tear away. "How are you not freezing?" she said, her teeth clattering. "It's below zero!" she then exlaimed. I didn't know that she was wearing a coat until she ran her hands up and down her arms continuously trying to get somewhat warm. Witth my shoulderless, sleeveless tube dress, i didnt feel a thing. now that I think about it, I've never gotten sick. Ever.

 

With a shrug of my arms, we started walking towards the big, silver gate. Drunk teenagers were hanging around and dancing on the red cup covered green lawn. When we walked through the gate, I saw my school's rival. Larry High's volleyball team was here, but we were cool. Some of them are actually my friends. Liz and I walked past the three girls with red solo cups, sitting on the lawn. They must have been already drunk because their short dresses almost rode up to their waists and guys were staring at them with lustful eyes. We slightly waved at them and they nodded in response.

 

You could hardly hear the clicks of our heels on the ground over the loud music playing inside the mansion. The large, wide front door was open and we were greeted by even more druken teens. 

 

"Hey, you want a drink?" Liz yelled over the music. Might as well try to get drunk. Even though when I drink a lot, I never get the slightest drunk. "Sure," I yelled back. She nodded her head and I saw her moving through the crowd. 

 

I was left there, standing alone, in Satan's door way. Who knew this day would come?

 

 

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Party Pt 4: The Blonde

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I started walking through the house of people grinding on each other. "Hey! Stern!" a boy's voice called out.

 

I turned around to see Whitney's brother, Tyler, sitting at the bar. The little light at the bar illuminated his blue eyes. His dirty blonde hair was tousled over his forehead which meant he ran his fingers through his hair. His golden skin showed his dreamy smile that made girls weak at the knees.

 

I walked over to him and sat in the expensive velvet covered bar stool. "Hey, Ty," I greeted him. His eyes started getting glassy and the tequila bottle in front of him too his lips. He brought it back down violently and sighed shakily. 

 

"You're gorgeous, and every guy should know that," he started. 

 

I think I know where he is going with this. 

 

Ty and I have been best friends since we were kids. Whitney was part of that bubble also, but I don't know what happened with her. All three of us told each other our deep and darkest secrets. So, I know things about Whitney that other people do not know.

 

Those secrets could get her into some serious trouble. I could use those secrets against her, but I choose not to. It's wrong for me to abuse her like she did me.

 

You are probably thiinking, "no, it's not," but I've felt that way.

 

I know that sweet, funny girl is still inside of Whitney. 

 

"Why can't I be like other guys," Tyler broke me out of my thoughts. "I wish I wasn't the way I was, so we could be together," his voice was laced with pain. I told Tyler that I liked him were 14 and we started dating. It lasted for a couple of days, but he said it didn't work out and we should be just friends. The reason why I liked Ty was because he was a sweetheart. He was funny, protective, and had the cutest smile. Who wouldn't like that in a guy?But I had to agree with him. He was like a brother to me and I had to realize that, that is all he was going to be. 

 

Tears came to my eyes. At least the people around us were too busy getting drunk to pay attention to us. 

 

"Why did I have to be gay?" Ty asked, manely to himself. Now tears were going down both of our faces. I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck and he responded by putting his sculpted arms around my waist tightly. 

 

I started playing with his hair when his shoulders started shaking. "I love you," his voice was muffled from his head being in my shoulder.

 

"I love you more."

 

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The Change

 Out of all things, we thought the best thing was to drink.

 

Tyler wanted to get his mind off the subject we just got emotional over. I was now on my second and a half bottle of vodka and Tyler was on his third. But I was drinking so I could keep my mind off the person's house I was at.

 

 We were now spinning in our chairs and laughing like crazy people. "Wanna dance," Ty slurred out as his chair slowed down. "Hell yea!" I exclaimed setting my bottle on the table. 

 

He extended his hand to me that was a little blurry. I took it and we wobbled onto the dance floor.

 

Where is Liz?

 

My phone buzzed and I took it out of my purse which was across my shoulder. I turned it on and saw a blurry, ambiguous text.

 

When my eyes adjusted, I saw it was from Liz.

 

Hey, had to go home. Family emergency. Sorrry that I couldn't drive you home. Get home safe.

 

It must have been serious because she never left a party early. "What's wrong?" Ty aske a little worried. "Nothing, let's dance," I exclaimed. 

 

We headed into the crowd people and danced like lunatics. All of a sudden, I felt big hands on my waist. They moved my hips from side to side and turned me around. I was met with blue eyes and a smirk.

 

"You look fucking sexy," the guy said. I knew this guy. Adam.

 

He was on the football team with my brother and he was good. But not as good as my brother.

 

Our faces were a few inches from eachother when I felt a pain in my stomach. Then my heart. I groaned and gripped my chest. 

 

"You okay, Talia?" he didn't look the littlest concerned. I groaned again and forcefully took his hands off me.

 

"Bitch," Adam mumbled, but not low enough that I couldn't hear the asshole. I turned around and punched him in the jaw. There was a crack and Adam fell to the floor.

 

"Asshole," I gritted through my teeth as his nose started bleeding. Spinning on my heel, which was a mistake, .......

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Text: Faith Harper
Images: Faith Harper
Editing: Faith Harper
Translation: Google
Publication Date: 09-01-2016

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Dedication:
I would like to do this book in dedication to all of my favorite authors. Veronica Roth. Suzanne Collins, and JK Rowling. There are so many more but they wont fit on this page. There are so many amazing writers so, I want to dedicate this to them. Also to my sister.