One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

'Tyler! Let's go!' I yell as he wound his muscly arms around me. 'Chill Ariana, the night is still young' He slurred. Dear god! I already went trough a lot! You're being unfair with me! I thought as I pull Tyler's slick Iphone out of his ripped jeans and dial his brother's number. "What's up Ty? How was the party?" I can hear he mutter on the phone. "Hey Toby baby! It's me Ari" I replied with a sickly sweet voice. "Oh? Baby? Why did you call me? Is everything okay?" I hardly hear him spoke over the defeaning music 'Everything's okay. It's just that Tyler's wasted. Can you pick us up?" I mutter as I push myself to sit on the countertop. "I'll be there in ten baby. Take care of yourself okay?' I hear the sound of his engine roar. "See you soon' I giggle. Suddenly, my view was blocked by Tyler's handsome face. He spread my legs on the counter top and slid himself in between them. 'I don't like it' He purse his lips seductively. What's with him? He's acting really weird. 'What didn't you like Tyler' My voice came out breathless as i stare into his grey eyes with a speck of beautiful gold in it. 'You calling him baby... I don't like it' He said. He take my fingers in his and then the next thing i know, he leans in and kiss me tenderly. My eyes snap shut. I know i should pull away. I know i should slap him. I kmow i should be mad. But i didn't. Because the feeling of his soft lips on mine is the best feeling i have ever felt. The taste of alcohol in his mouth making me dizzy. But i like it. After a few breathless moment, he back away from me. And for a second, i feel like pulling his body closer to mine and take a taste of his lips again. Just once more. But a deep voice cut my train off thoughts. 'There you are!' Toby rush over to me and kiss me on my lips. But it feels wrong. During the kiss, i didn't even blink. My eyes only focuses on him. I was staring at my boyfriend's brother. Imagining him kissing me instead of my own boyfriend.

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"You're an asshole," I blurted. "You're such an asshole that your actual asshole is jealous." Silence. What the hell did I just say? Out of all the insults, I choose one that makes the least sense? Damn it, why couldn't I just have been born normal... Wait, never mind. Psh, screw sanity. "Can we keep her?" Tyler suddenly says, bouncing on his tippy toes. "Please, Keith? Can we keep her? Huh, huh, huh?" What am I, a pet? "Keith" whipped his head towards Tyler so fast I could've sworn I heard a crack. "Keep her?" he echoed. "No, Tyler, we can not keep her." Thank you. "She's utterly useless to us, and you want to keep her?" I gasped, placing a hand over my chest. Useless? Damn, these people are rude as hell. "But," Tyler whined, walking over to me. I tensed all over when he squished my cheeks together. "Look at how adorable she is. She's just so innocent... you'd never suspect anything bad from her." Keith expression changed, to one I knew very well from my experiences with Val. Lightbulb. "Tyler, you are a genius," Keith says. Tyler's hands stop squishing my cheeks. "I am?" "He is?!" everyone else says. Keith doesn't reply, just keeps on grinning wickedly. And suddenly I have a feeling that I am not gonna make it out of here alive. - WARNING: VERY CRINGE WORTHY MATERIAL NOW AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE http://www.lulu.com/shop/angel-zenith/the-gangleader-kidnapped-me/paperback/product-23087208.html Highest Rank: #1 in Humor April 19, 2015 CoAuthor: DreamCreature