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𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. • • • 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬. 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨, 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

────── 〔✿〕────── 𝘑𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘬𝘪𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘠𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘷𝘢𝘯. 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬? 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵! ────── 〔✿〕────── "𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮." - 𝘑𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬." - 𝘠𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘷𝘢𝘯

One HIGH SCHOOL, Two STUDENTS One a HOT JOCK The other an AWKWARD NERD Both HATE each other UNTIL, One DAY, Everything CHANGES LOVE awakens... And SPARKS flies... But will LOVE ever be ENOUGH to keep them TOGETHER? ☡ Not so Typical love story, Just saying... ¤¤¤ ☡☢☡DISCLAIMER: Graphic languages, alcohol/drug use and explicit sexual content. Self harm and depressing thoughts. Read at your own risk

"You're wet for me" Harry says. "Is that a good thing?" I ask "Perfect" Harry is the typical high school bad boy who's afraid of love. What does he do once he cant hide from it. Harry doesn't date, right? Jess is just trying to go by her senior year as quickly as possible. The annoying jock gets in the way. He always does. She tries her best to stay away but, is it really that simple?

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. --- A juxtaposition, you were to him. As the teenage world - high school - seemed to collapse under the pressures of social groups and conforming to the image one presented, you were more than one-dimensional than many assumed. You stood in the spotlight that everyone assumed you wanted, whilst he could only linger by the sidelines, a quiet observer to whom you never expected to find such comfort with. Yet the further you sink into the hole of his life, the nuance he had and how eccentric he seemed, would you grow more and more desensitised to the worst he could show, as the horrors of his mind would lay bare by the simple factor of his infatuation. ---

Part One/ Complete One Feisty Girl, One Complicated Boy a whole lot of drama And when secrets are revealed Let's see how this turns out Part Two/ Complete After all those years they still can't catch a break. Everything will be so much different Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Will there love last this time or will the drama tear them apart. Buckle up its gonna be a hell of a ride Part Three Her One and only Marriage Six kids Unexpected visitors It all gets to much for the power couple Will it end in divorce or will they stay together during the storm?

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗱-𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 2 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆-𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽. 𝖠 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖠 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾-𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇.