Just Give Up

Just Give Up

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After a good hour of driving around in my car we were officially lost, although Elisa refused to admit it. For the whole duration of this god forsaken drive she'd been feeding me directions to her house but I was starting to think she was fucking with me... but god dammit I didn't care. I've spent a whole HOUR with this girl. I've heard her giggle, I've felt her glare and I've watched as she's stared off into nothing. She's nothing but calm and her hormonal level is off the charts but oh my god is she perfect. Her sarcasm is refreshing and her dirty mind has me drooling to spend more hours like this with her. At first we had been in close to crippling silence, until some idiot in a SUV cut me off and Elisa flung herself out of the half opened passenger window to scream and the man. As the dude swerved and flipped us the finger I pulled over and yanked her back into the car. "Are you fucking crazy?!" I screamed in her face. My hands were tightly gripped onto her forearms and my face was but inches from hers. My heart was almost beating out of my chest and I looked deeply and angrily into her eyes, for more than one reason. Her low chuckle vibrated in the car and she smiled sweetly up at me. "Maybe." *__________* Brendon Williams; this is the guy all girls dream of...well at least they use to. Elisa Hayes; this is the girl...well... she's James Hayes' little sister. In the last year Brendon's life has been completely turned upside down. He went from a popular, easy to talk to and a beloved guy; to basic scum all because of one mistake. And because of this one mistake Brendon has lost his friends, his popularity, his confidence and even his chance at his dream university has been ripped from under him. He's bruised and he's battered. But she can save him. Neither of them quite know how... but they know she can do something. Anything. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT: Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 DO NOT STEAL MY WORK
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I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot. Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late. My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me. "You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked. "What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow. "Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away. "Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me. He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me. Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two." I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave. ~~~~ Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike. Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could. Sounds bad, huh? Wrong. *** Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen. When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her. Has he?

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