Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Freaks are black
and perdants just stalk.
'Look at that freak over there.' I looked in the direction that Zayn's fingers were pointing. The dude was looking lost. He's probably a newbie here. His hair is curly and his skin is white. From head to toe he was wearing black. Black hat, black shirt, black hoodie, black jeans, black sneakers. It made him look like a zombie. I looked at Zayn. He was smiling and I already knew what was coming.
'Let's play a game. First to get him to break down and leave school wins.'
'Deal.'
But the freak in questions had no intentions of falling apart. When I realized that, it was to late and 'shit' is all I could say. He had me completely in his power. If only I could find a way out. But there is no way he would stop harassing me. This was my own game, and my own rules. The only thing is that I wasn't the one pulling the strings. Little perdant Styles had me completely in his power.
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