in which the number fifteen could very possibly save a poor boy's life. © calbain || lowercase intended.

❝behind everything, there's always a mastermind.❞ Book 4 of the Virgin Series ©afivesaucegurl

"You and reality is surely not a match made in heaven." - //a Brooklyn Beckham fanfiction//

She was trouble, but hey, so was I. -Brooklyn Beckham Fanfic-

❝i think too much and fall too fast, like every other miscalculation i've made in the past.❞

"Locked out again, dork?"

❝there are some habits, that you just can't break.❞ Book 2 of the Virgin Series ©afivesaucegurl

❝she still had her virginity, and he wanted to take it.❞ Book 1 of the Virgin Series ©afivesaucegurl

Every bad boy needs a 'good girl' right?

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.