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I'm Not a Whore, I'm Just a Leech - Comments, page 2
@frankies_babe3089
Oh thank you so much! I'm sure your first story was great! I'm thinking I'm gonna check it out...
@One_Of_The_Fabulous_Killjoys
I'm not sure... It seems like he does, but I don't even know. I don't plan what happens I just write and see what happens as I write. I certainly hope he does as it would make me fangirl like there is no tomorrow.
I don't know why but I am seriously into this story! It's easy to read and super interesting! I am going to explode waiting for the next update!
A little sneak peek of Chapter Four!
To add to the disaster that is this practice, the heavens decide now is the perfect time to release all the rain they’ve been holding this past week. We are drenched within seconds but Coach doesn’t bat an eyelash as he gives us spots on the track and tells us to run seven laps. He himself, stays in the middle, watching us. If no one gets injured by the end of this, I’ll be truly impressed. As I run closer to the stadium seats to try and avoid the heavy rain, I see an oddly shaped form sitting in the first row of the stands. I race around once again, and when I get back to where I had spotted it, I slow down and turn to look into the stands, squinting my eyes against the rain. I think it’s a person. What kind of insane person is willingly comes out in this weather to watch a track practice? Unfortunately, the person behind me doesn’t see me stop through the veil of rain and rams straight into me, sending me flying into the stands beside the figure. I come crashing down to the floor, knocking over several benches. The person who ran into me is sent off balance and crashes against the stands a little ways down.
Brilliant. I think I’ve broken my back. Groaning, I try to stand up but a hand is immediately on my shoulder, pushing me back down to the floor.
“Don’t move, you might make it worse,” a vaguely familiar voice calls through the racket of the rain. I stop protesting and relax into the wooden floorboards. I knew someone would get hurt in this weather, I didn’t think it would be me though. The hand that was on my shoulder moves to push a few benches out of the way. “Where does it hurt?” he asks.
“Uh, everywhere?” I snort. They chuckle lightly and I can feel their name on the tip of my tongue. I think I have a concussion. “My back mainly. I haven’t broken any limbs at least.” I go to shrug, but stop when a searing pain darts down my back. “And this fucking rain isn’t helping.”
“Sorry, I can’t change the weather,” they say and I detect a smirk in their voice. Oh, for fucks sake.
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@RedExorcism
Yay!!
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