The Bad Boy's Girl

The Bad Boy's Girl

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Shawn Mendes
He looked at me deeply in the eyes. He then grabbed my waist and pulled me closer . I watched as his eyes slowly flickered from my eyes down to my lips, then back up again As he leaned in , I tried to calm my racing heart , but it was pointless... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Natalie Morgan: simple and normal funny girl. She has an bestfriend named Lorie Mollin and she 'HATES' Ryder Mendes. Ryder Mendes: Bad boy, handsome, nice body and perfect hair. Every girl want to be with him no girl had ever hate him.... #Read#Comment#Vote
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He used to be my crush, now he's my nightmare. ******************** Long story short: We knew each other since forever. We became best friends, but then he turned against me. He promised me a living hell and this last years he hadn't waste any chance to put me down. That's Brett Ryder and I, Alyson White, am totally screwed. ******************** My knees shook and a yelp scaped my lips when his fist collided with the locker beside us. But no body steped in, instead, everyone seemed to find my fear extremly amusing. Everyone but Brett who held a harsh unreadable expression as he glared me down. I barely could manage to held his gaze with my tearly one, but I knew better than to dismissed him this time. My eyes widened when he inched closer, not knowing what to expect and about to freak out. I stopped breathing. "Fuck you and your silent treatment." And just like that he spun around and stormed away, not before punching the locker again so hard that it dented. I was left there, shaking and sobbing, embracing myself and wondering when had things turned so wrong between us. He wasn't my friend anymore. But not only that: Brett hate me. And he had no remorse in use his force to prove it. ******************** // Currently editing, I apologize beforehand for the errors you'll find in it //

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