Fuckboys Stories

basically what I've been through and my rants

The Boys Are Looking For Their Next Victims, While The Girls Are Trying To Survive School. Neither Of The Groups Have No Clue as To What Was About To Happen In The Last Year In School And How Big It Was Going To Affect Them.

My life is amazing... Or should I say WAS amazing after I made the worst mistake in history letting a boy into my life what your about to read isn't a love story, isn't supposed to make you feel bad, it's just what I've gone through, telling you what this bastard did and how he hurt me...

Everything I'll never let myself admit to you.

He thought he could do it. I mean, hes taken other dares before and never had an issue. So why would he now? Lets just say, hes never been rejected. Evan Billard, a fuckboy attending at Timberline High, was dared by his best friend to ask out Heather Merrill; The school emo. Sure, hes attempted to talk to her. But thats just him. He likes talking to people. Hes social, Heather is not. They are comeplete opposites. And she fucking hates him with everything in her heart. When the dare begins,He asks her out. It backfired, taking him suprise. The dare goes like this. -Ask out the Emo. -If rejected, continue to ask. -fake date then dump her. So he goes by the dare, and continues to ask. and ask.. and...ask.. Although, by this point, hes completely forgotten about the dare. -------------- EVAN AND HEATHER ARE REAL PEOPLE WHO ATTEND MY SCHOOL. THE DARE WAS AN ACTUAL THING. LETS HOPE THEY DONT FIND OUT ABOUT THIS.

Camp LA is a camp for high school students who are not trusted by the staff of their schools.

My thoughts and my experiences. Some poems. Please give it a read.

Title says it all

A guide on how to spot these terrible additions to the human race just by observing them.

Love can be a complicated thing

This story has no true storyline, yet it is just a true love diary, or whatever youd call it -Dead_Clover

Over the course years (beginning 2013) I entered a stage of unambiguity filled with heartbreak, uncertainty and doubt. My only form of guaranteed escapism was writing poetry so here I share my thoughts with you. Feel free to comment and message Enjoy.

𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐

a guide to how to deal With f boys DO NOT TAKE IT TO SERIOUSLY

Dear Love, Do you remember when we were in my car and it started pouring down rain? You asked me to go under a bridge, the one we shared our first kiss on, and everything seemed to stop. Everything went silent and it was almost peaceful. Eventually, I had to drive away, and everything seemed to hit me a little harder than before. You were my bridge.

In the end, we are all humans. We hurt, we cry, we heal, we glow. I can gladly say, that in the end, my soul was healed. By something, by someone? What brought hope into my life again? Happiness? I guess we'll find out.

A story that my friends wrote... Really cringe... I don't even know