Imperfect
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〰️IMPERFECT〰️ "why would anyone want to involve them selves with Kaleb Stryker" i scoff and turn the corner to only hit a wall like figure, making me fall to the ground. "I dont know, you tell me." a deep voice says above me. Fuck. Me. _________________ Lia Chainer. Cigar scarred palms and brusied skin, cold finger tips and shaky hands. On the outside she made it look like she was okay, but on the inside she was in pain. Love was the last thing on her mind. Kaleb Stryker. Hot, dangerous, and mean. The schools player. Wanted by every girl but he only had eyes for one. And what Stryker wants, Stryker gets. Or so he thought. _________________ !!WARNING!! Contains mature themes: -violent language -Sexual -Abuse -Self-harm If any of this may trigger you or make you uncomfortable, do not read. NO COPYING
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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