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22. How The Hell Did This Loser Girl Get The Chance?
Serena's POV I scrunch my face as I get to my locker and open it rapidly, tossing some books inside and slamming it immediately with the irritation in my body. I can't understand myself right now and I don't know what is going on. Why the hell am I feeling irked about the thought of it when it's what happened a few minutes ago? Why didn't I feel like this then? When was it so extremely freaking hard to resist when he began to touch me? I remember the feeling of his lips against my n*****s and it makes me bite against my bottom lip with frustration. That heavy sensation returns back to my body and I blink my eyelids rapidly. Great, I guess this crazy stupid feeling is inevitable. I should really stop thinking about this. I close my eyes and take a deep breath about to turn
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