"What do you want me to do? Want me to hold your hand?" He speaks with nasty sarcasm. I consider the offer and am surprised at the answer that comes out of my mouth. "Actually? Yeah." He blinks. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously." The anger is fading from my voice. "Zach, I'm scared." He sighs, but he holds his hand...
//*EDITING*// Love is weakness, love is a distraction, love is pain, love is not real... Or so I thought.
Sierra Hart is a nerd. All she cares about is her grades, studies, family and friends. Zach Mitchell is a bad boy. He loves getting into trouble, especially when he causes them. One party, one night, one moment. These two opposites meet and find themselves attracted to one another. Did fate bring them like this- or is...
a short story about a frat boy named nick robinson and the all consuming love that only happens in books
I purse my lips. "Maybe I don't want you to look out for me. Like I said, I don't need anyone." He lets out a laugh. It's a little jarring, how much Zombie resembles his namesake. Sunken eyes, rattling jaw, bared teeth. It's dark and twisted and genuine. Zombie, what happened to you? "You can lie to everyone, Croa...
