ME+YOU=💥

ME+YOU=💥

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Oct 31, 2017
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Desire is 17 your old girl who's been in and out of foster homes. She has no one , neither does she want them. Desire speaks her mind not really carrying , this what gets her in trouble , she does not run her mouth just to do it , trust she has hands . She just move to New York to her new foster home located in the Bronx , she started school a week after she moved in , her foster parents aren't bad at all , but always try to get her to open up . Why? Who now's? What are there try intuition. Desire like's her new school because no one I'm mean no one try's to step in her lane shit I mean who would when a bad bitch like her walks down the hall they all move to the side , she doesn't goes to any regular she goes to a school mostly full with white she probably the one by-racial kid their. But she really doesn't care . But she seems to catch someone's attention without out trying . Can this person handle this ball of fire or make it burn even burn brighter? Let's find out.
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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