What a Cliche

What a Cliche

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"Please give it back!" I pleaded to him. "Why would I?" he grinned with a smug smile. "I will do anything! Just give it back!" I squealed as he held my sketchbook behind his back. "...Anything?" She was not a bad girl, but not a goodie-two-shoes either. She seemed average, wearing hoodies to hide and pouring her feelings into a little sketchbook. Ella was just trying to get out of highschool alive(Besides her depression, anxiety, sleep loss, and honestly just what highschool does to a person) She was expecting an easy ride, but a certain boy was not making it easy. Tyler was your average womanizer/ bad boy. He was popular and an athlete, and was Ella's neighbor and childhood friend. What happens when Tyler finds Ella's sketchbook with all of her secrets? What happens when he learns that she is falling for him? What happens when he does too?
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Highest rank #27 in Teen Fiction. Written by @apricitys. _ _ _ "What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine. I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips. "You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target. Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared. I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering. I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off. He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face. "Aubrey." _ _ _ Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?

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