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Marcus "Mayhem" Blake: golden boy, football star. Taylor Dawson: quiet achiever with big dreams.
When popular guy...
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Ten Years Ago (Senior Year)
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I ran... because that's what I did best.
I ran from my problems. From confrontation. From people like him, who made me feel worthless.
I knew that I lacked courage. That I was a coward, who always looked for the easy way out. But I'd never been the girl with the fast mouth and witty brain, who could think of an appropriate comeback on the spot.
I'd always been the shy, quiet one, in the corner. Hoping like hell that I'd disappear into the background so that no one would pay attention to me. But unfortunately, that made me an easy target. A target for ruthless hunters like Trent Ashurst, who targeted easy prey and ate them for breakfast. And right now, I was his breakfast...
I turned around, turning my back to him, feeling the rage and hopelessness washing over me, like I was caught in a current against which I lacked the strength to swim. I could feel my bottom lip quiver, and the tears stinging my eyes, making my throat prickle with warmth. And I hoped to God that I'd be able to get out of here without completely breaking down in tears, and humiliating myself further.
"Cat got your tongue, Dawson?" Trent mocked me again.
I balled my fists, feeling my nails digging into the soft flesh of the palm of my hands. Thinking desperately of something to say - anything, really.
"Ashurst, that's enough." A rich voice unexpectedly barked behind me.
I wanted to melt and disappear right into the pavement like molten ice on a scorching summer's day, because that voice was instantly recognizable. It belonged to the golden boy of Saint Thomas More High. Marcus "Mayhem" Blake. Sex god. Football star. Heartbreaker. And so damn far out of my league that he was a lost cause.
He caused mayhem wherever he went. With girls' hearts. On the football field. Hell, just walking down the hallways at school, was enough to cause an outbreak of silent whispers and godlike worshipping stares. And for some reason, today he wanted to come to my rescue... even though the last thing on earth I wanted, was for him to witness my humiliation first-hand.
