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My Bad

My Bad

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, May 28, 2019
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Cassy has a rough past. And to add to that, she was expelled from three schools and was also known as a "bad girl" in her old town, but not in the way you would think. Cassy doesn't do drugs, drink, go out at parties or get all the guys. No, she was known as a "bad girl" because of the awesome pranks she would pull. Oh yes, the smoke bomb in your locker and the fireworks in the teachers toilets kind of pranks. After moving to a new state, Cassy learns to break out of the façade she has been living in. She meets two new friends, well kind of, and a strange boy. After meeting him twice in one day, to her he is considered a jerk. But is he really? All it takes to change your judgment is to get to know the person in question.
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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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