Mission Bad Boy
Chapter One: Twatheads, Head Cheerleaders & Crushes.
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Annie: bold
"Hi! This is Teen Helpline, feel free to confess anything. I won't bite!" The Helpline giggles softly.
"Glad to know you're not a dog or something. I was worried there."
"Oh shut your pie hole! I mean...heh, very funny. Anyway, how may I help? Your girlfriend cheated on you? Mommy-daddy issues?"
"Well. Rude. And no, none of that."
"Oh thank god. My last caller caught his girlfriend sleeping with his father, he was sounded so heart broken and sad and I was just like what the shit do I effing say to that?"
"Well what did you say to that?"
"I said cool. I freaking said cool. He started muttering how he was gonna kill him and telling me he had a knife in his hand so I just gave the phone to my mom so she can handle that."
"Seems legit."
"It was, you stupid peace of shit!"
"Thanks."
" I mean, you cute giraffe."
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"Okay, anyways, what's your name?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"I'm thinking Phill-- or no! You sound like a Robert. Are you a Robert?"
"Nope. It's Cade."
"Oh. Darn it. I could've sworn you sound like a Robert."
"Sorry?"
"So, Cade, what brung you to dialing this number?"
"Can't a guy be bored and in dear need of some company?"
"That's what friends are for, sweetie."
"Ooh Sweetie, I dig."
"I'm gagging."
"Oh shut up."
"Hey! I made you laugh!"
"Okay, and?"
"That's a start! Since, yanno, you obviously have something that's bothering you."
"How do you know that? I could seriously just be bored."
"When someone's bored they hit one of their homies, not a Teenage Helpline sweetie."
"Whatever. I'm calling 'cause I slaughtered my little sister in half and I like meth."
"What the tit dude go to an institution."
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Mission Bad Boy
Science FictionWhen seventeen year-old Cade Wesley calls a fake Teen Helpline since he's stuck between choosing his bad boy ways or his crush Wendy Francis, a shy, bubbly, crazy-as-shit seventeen year-old answers and it's the start of sleepless Friday nights, over...
