B*tch Of A Girlfriend

B*tch Of A Girlfriend

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Lucy Dartwood. The name that could make me run miles. The name that gives me nightmares. The name that makes me feel I'm worthless. The name that also belongs to my best friends girlfriend (Charlie Edward). If you haven't caught my message- she's a b*tch. Her surname suits her. She's like that dart and I'm the wood- she's strikes me quickly but no one will see it. If my bestfriend had only been around every time I saw her she would probably seem to be the nicest person on earth. She two faced brilliant at hiding it. In other words she's either miss perfect- her light brunette hair, perfect smile, tall figure and beautiful appearance helps that facade. Or she's THE B*tch Of A Girlfriend (swearing involved).
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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