Failed Revenge <<Hayes Grier fanfic>>

Failed Revenge <<Hayes Grier fanfic>>

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I slid the sharp metal across my thigh, letting the blood flow to the tiled ground. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK I ignored it and continued writing to my thighs. Creating more red blood. The door swung open. Blue orbs looking right through me. ~ That was last week. I thought he might say sorry to me, but instead after looking at me, he left. He left. Just like that. He left like I was nothing but a piece of paper, thrown near a trash can that nobody would pick up because they don't care, cause it wasn't there's. I cried for days, I didn't even go to school. Like who would care, those noobs aren't my friends, they just want him. Well they could have him, like I would care. I remember when he said "we'll best friends forever" more like best friends for never. I'm Princess Winters and this is my story. Copyright 2014 Credits to: ParisAndMustaches for the cover
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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