Behind the Scars

Behind the Scars

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He does something I don't expect. He tucks some cash in my hair bun. Then he enters his car and runs over my bike. Twice Two fucking times He then winds down his window and says "I just saved you the stress of riding that contraption ever again. Use the money I gave you into good use and buy yourself something nice" Now I see red. How'd he expect me to get home. And I do something crazy I carry the broken seat of my bicycle. Luckily the metal which attaches the seat to bike comes of with it. So I use to metallic part to break his side mirror and create a dent on the part of the car where the scratch I made was very visible. I drop the seat on the hood of his car. I see his shocked expression morph into rage and I stalk into school before the teachers start arriving. I don't miss the look of shock on everyone faces. ******************************************* Julio and Karyn are so similar yet so different but what happens when unexpected circumstances draw them together. ********READ******** ********FOLLOW***** ********SHARE*******
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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