Bound to You

Bound to You Bound to You

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Summary

It's one thing to be granted a new place to live for free for any amount of time, and another for that to be someone else's home. Just a mistake in paperwork could be worth a lot more to Andrea and her new accidental beau.

Summary

It's one thing to be granted a new place to live for free for any amount of time, and another for that to be someone else's home. Just a mistake in paperwork could be worth a lot more to Andrea and her new accidental beau.

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Submitted: September 18, 2017

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(I got rid of a story as this idea has the same base, which I've done before, lots of people do nothing particular about that but I wanted to replace that one.

 

I own the story and all the characters, any likeness to any person(s) living or dead is coincidental and unintentional. While this story is available for free it is not to be redistributed in any way; I am the only person who can post this on more than one site or earn money for it in the future.)

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Prologue – Cut

 

 

“Andrea wait....”

 

“There is nothing for me to wait for you cheated on me.”

 

“I couldn't turn her down babe I've fantasized about her for so long..”

 

Andrea shook her head as she darted down the steps her eyes dry she wasn't that one that cried over things like this. Oh it hurt catching her boyfriend, one she had from middle school to a week before her senior year graduation. They didn't have problems, at least none that were thrown in her face so she'd known about them.

 

Matt was a handsome boy if it wasn't those green eyes of his drawing you in, or that smile, you stayed for the dimples. He had an olive complexion and kept his hair short for basketball.

 

Though at the same time she wouldn't allow this to control it didn't matter the years you had what mattered was if it meant as much as you thought it did. She cared which was a punch to the stomach but had they been attached at the hip, was it just nice to not be alone? Had to be she liked to think that she was at least a little in shock but she wasn't the crier because of the fact many forgot when they broke up this way or other painful ways.

 

The other person had the same memories you may want to keep that didn't mean shit one side can't get a relationship going. Though one side can walk away with their dignity when it goes bad, good break ups..they don't have to worry about that. He was dropping off some old equipment and books that he was passing on the kids that would use them next year. She cleaned out her locker graduation wasn't for a week but the private school set this as their last day the halls had been busy as seniors prepared to move on and enjoy some freedom before the big day.

 

Some were going to college, some were waiting and most were waiting for the vacation the end of may to the beginning of August what was their usual vacation. Granted they weren't coming back it had been a rough six years they were prepared much better than most schools could say for their students.

 

She headed for her old dance teacher's class to see if she could say good bye and found him fucking some whore she hadn't had a class with since sixth grade. They'd never been friends though it didn't matter she saw her in the halls and they kept to their groups.

 

She, Camille 'Cammie' was the bubbly perfect cheerleader long black hair, equally long legs, bright gray eyes and always perfect tan. Andrea was an artist she liked a lot of things but cheer wasn't for her. Without that they didn't have any reason to have met. She wondered how long they had been sleeping with one another behind her back. Having just turned nineteen and preferring to keep her legs parted only where dance may require he wasn't getting a thing from her. Obviously her teacher wasn't there they being rather bold seeing the angles from all sides in the mix of mirrors made it all the more sickening.

 

Pissed didn't really describe how she felt but it would do, he spotted her before she turned to leave and was rushing after her in a moment.

 

“...Andrea, baby I love you.”

 

She rolled her eyes as she moved to get in her solid silver car she looked mostly at the pale gray building, Merwea, the private preparatory school. They had districts all over the world hers had been in New York. Money could get you in, but you had to be smart enough..talented enough to stay there was no just bribing a teacher to get a grade.

 

“Go fuck yourself Matt.”

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