He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn'...
"Why do you keep doing this?" I asked Dylan. "Doing what?" He asked me. "Playing with my feelings." I said before I ran away from him as I knew he was staring at me from behind. ____________________________
NOW PUBLISHED IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON! Since the death of her father, Emily Wentworth has been living a home life full of abuse. She's managed to remain under the radar until she meets Jake Melvin, the local troublemaker. He's drawn to danger and he senses it surrounding Emily... It doesn't take long for Jake Melvin t...
#EDITING# Previously known as- When the bad boy noticed me. Trap called chaos. Trap called emotions. Trap called life.
"You're a player," I say, sternly. "Well, then. Let's make this game more interesting. We pretend to be in a relationship meaning we can hold hands, hug, kiss or whatever. The first one to fall in love, loses." He gives me a sly smile, then offers a hand to shake. "Deal." Copyright© 2014 charlie_bear13