Lilihope Andersons-or Hope for short, is a not like other girls girl. She defies rules but what does she DO if the school's bad daddy dark icy ambiguous asian mafia? ALPHA MALE notices her? Read to find out 😈
This is a crack fic making fun of stere...
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???'s POV
A sexy mysterious and tall man flexed his muscular meaty biceps which had an intimidating dragon tattoo. He growled, "vrrrmm vrmmm."
He was alone in his apartment in downtown Darkville. It was cold, and he was alone–staring into the smooth glass mirror propped in his bedroom's corner.
The man glared into his own eyes for a second, ice blue orbs flaring, before shaking his dark-haired head and throwing his T-shirt over the mirror. Sometimes his own face reminded him too much of his father, and that wasn't a good thing at all.
He aggressively downed a glass of water, threw on his signature leather jacket and slammed the apartment door on his way out to school.
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Hope's POV
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"Bye, Mom," I said flatly as I slammed my mom's car door closed. No response–typical, I thought negatively to myself. These days, all Mom cared about was money, not that her obviously-upset daughter was going to a new school. Not that her obviously-upset daughter didn't want to go to this new school.
If Dad hadn't died all those years ago, he would've stayed by my side. But Mom didn't care about Dad either.
Blowing a strand of chocolate-brown hair from my radiant rainbow coloured orbs, I walked to my new school. Darkville High School was the crappiest place ever, with its black brick walls and long winding path. Students flooded in and out of the doorways, talking, chatting and looking around. Some of them glared at me, and I sneered at them back. They quickly flinched and turned away, whispering, obviously scared by my dark, and powerful energy.
I sighed annoyedly again and continued STRUTTING through the doors, walking down the halls. Suddenly, my head bumped into a buff, stiff, meaty, and strong chest, obviously corded with muscle. I stumbled back and got ready to snap right at the person's face before the words died in my throat–a rare occurrence for me.
The man before me was drop-dead gorgeous. Jet-black hair like the night, sharp face, and ice blue eyes that pierced right through me to my wronged soul. In a way...I felt like he had a wronged soul of his own. I was...drawn to him.
