The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.
she was going to be the death of me, and she didn't even know it. how could someone be so naïve. Arabella. my little Arabella. voice like an angel. smile like a little girl. kissed like the devil. and god I had an effect on her. I had made her wet this morning. she probably didn't even know it. I felt my pants tighten...
"What do you say?" "Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy." ***read at your own risk, I wrote this when I was younger and it sucks***
If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending...
"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" "Yes, Daddy." warning: this book has freaky shit *lower case intended*