Affliction(The bad boy and the broken girl)

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WARNING:
This story is an outline of when I go back to edit it. You will be confused.
Again, YOU WILL BE CONFUSED.
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{{As told in Emily's eyes}}

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The moment I found out the person I thought I was going to marry and the girl who has stuck by me through all these years were hooking up behind my back, I knew I would never be the same again. I could physically feel my heart shatter into tiny pieces like glass breaking after a terrible car accident as my best friend told me that she betrayed me in the worst way possible. That moment was when I promised myself to never trust, to never love, to never let anyone in again. Because it seemed things like this only continue to happen over and over again to me. And I was finally done. I felt devastated, disappointed, but most of all angry and betrayed and I knew those were things I didn't want to feel again.

I was an absolute mess.

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After the whole Drew/Katie incident I had told my dad I really needed a fresh start because there were just too many bad memories in Illinois. He agreed, not knowing my reasoning of course and we decided to move to Florida.

Just two weeks later I was peering out the passenger side window of my dad's grey Toyota Camry and looking at the gorgeous homes we were passing. This seemed like a nice neighborhood to me, perhaps one that families mainly occupied.

"Is this the one?" I query pointing to the house on the left ahead, it had a nice sized yard  about three acres with luscious green grass that looked like you could just fall asleep for hours on it. It was your typical Florida one story home with palm trees to complete its cream color and red tile roof.

"Do you like it?" My dad asked nervously, afraid I was going to say no. As if I would break if he found out I didn't like it.

"Yeah dad, it's nice." I answer honestly and offer a smile to him for reassurance that I was indeed just fine and he gives me one back. It really is nice and although it isn't exactly what I pictured anything is better than where I used to live. The memories alone were haunting me.

I throw my backpack over my shoulder and head to the door, my dad trailing behind me.

We head inside and go up the stairs where dad shows me my room. It is a relatively empty nice sized room with cream walls, a smaller walk in closet, a queen bed, and a balcony with a view of our pool.

The first thing that runs though my mind as I sit down on my bed is I'm glad we are starting over, while I miss parts of my old life, it's time to change myself, to start all over again, make new friends, I never ever wanted to be the new kid before.

The new kid is always the outsider. However I never was an outsider I was popular, I was good looking and I had a boyfriend. Maybe that was my problem, just maybe I have to stay distant and never get attached because people always seem leave or turn on you just when you start to trust them.

After a few moments of thinking, I set my bag and one box I brought up down on the bed and start to put some things away.

The first thing I grab is a photo of my mom.

She is about 17 in the photo, my dad has his arms around her waist and they are smiling lovingly at each other.

I quickly dig through until I find the one I was looking for, a picture of me 10 years ago at age 7. I'm in my moms arms and we both have the happiest grins on our faces as she twirls me around.

My heart pangs with sadness, but I quickly push it away and replace it with anger. I always thought me and Drew would end up that way, but I thought wrong.

I set the picture back in the box and continue.

I finish with what I brought up and decide to go grab a few more boxes from our car when the door rings.

I trot downstairs to open the door when I come face to face with a very attractive boy.

He has dark brown hair and light brown eyes, he's wearing a black v-neck tshirt.

I love v-neck shirts.

"Can I help you?" I cautiously ask him

I don't miss the way his eyes rake over my body.

He holds out a plate of cookies. "My mom wanted me to bring cookies to welcome you to the neighborhood."

I take the cookies from him with a smile and a thank you and close the door in his face.

I set them on the counter before opening the door again to get boxes when I see him still standing there.

I sigh "Please leave, you gave me the cookies and I took them, what else do you want?"

"No." He refuses defiantly

"Leave or i'll...I will tell my dad." I attempt to threaten

"Oh no! Tell your dad? I'm so scared." He places his hand over his heart dramatically

I roll my eyes "what is it going to take for you to leave?"

"Thank me."

"For what?" I say

"The cookies" he says in a duh tone

"I did," I protest

When he continues to just stand I cross my arms over my chest and sigh, thanking him for the cookies.

He finally turns to leave and I follow him outside to go grab more boxes.

"So your following me now huh?" He says without turning around.

"I-i'm getting more boxes from my car." I stutter taken by surprise

"Sure." He says with a wink before getting in his motor cycle and taking off.

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Hey guys! Okay, so I know that she seems a little(a lot)rude but she just doesn't like him because, well. He's a hot guy. And she got her heart broken by a hot guy. Anyway, first chapter here, remember to vote and comment!