Genevieve was a girl of simplicity and self value. The bartender down the road was quite the opposite. In which a stupid boy makes a stupid bet with a stupid girl and everything goes downhill. - Maybe it was the way the smoke blew from his lips. Or maybe it was the way he flexed his muscles as he washed down the bar counter. There was something, something about him she couldn't resist. - Luke Hemmings A.U (STRONG LANGUAGE USED. TRIGGERING SCENES. Read at your own risk) Started October 2014 - Ended © 2016 TaraNoell. All rights reserved

"And after all the fucking matches, broken bones, ripped punching bags and crowds yelling at me to get up... who the fuck knew that my hardest fight would be you?" • [Contains smut] ©loudluke