Trouble - e.d fanfiction

Trouble - e.d fanfiction

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Dolan Twins
The first day we met was the first day of high school. I never saw him before that. I never knew he existed. Before him, I never would have gone for that type of guy. The trouble ones. Not troubled, the ones that make the trouble. Then I met him. He wouldn't leave me alone. He always flirted with me. I told myself, no, I promised myself that I would never fall for him. I told him we could be friends but nothing more. But he gave me the kind of attention that no one else gave me and I'm not going to lie, it felt good. Then he pushed me over the edge and I fell for him. I fell for his deep blue eyes and the way they had the shine in them whenever he looked at me. I fell for his small smirk that always appeared on his face with one glance at me. I decided I'd give him a chance. But I never thought it would end like this. I never thought this was going to happen.
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It's weird how two people can change your whole life, for the better or worse. Grayson Dolan and Ethan Dolan book Started: June 2018 Ended: August 2018 *still being edited* -some part of the story below- "what if I don't want to be a da-" his lips closed as his eyes centered on my jaw. I furrowed my brows, subconsciously softly pressing my finger tips onto it. I watched as his jaw clenched, his fist ball up so hard his knuckles became a ghostly white, and his eyes become hooded. He took a step forward as I took another back. He didn't care much for the movement, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me towards him. "what the fuck happened?" He growled, his minty-vodka breath fanning my face. With the hand not holding me in place, he softly touched my jaw. His rough calloused fingers and soft touch were a contrast to the anger seething from his body. It wasn't until then I remembered the bruises. "what do you mean?" I innocently asked, yanking my arm from his grasp. I tried to back away, but he held onto my chin with his fingers, glaring daggers into my eyes. His orbs suddenly turned a lighter shade, inspecting the damage done. "who hurt you?" His eyes not once left the bruises. I was ashamed but the anger boiling below my surface was becoming hotter and hotter and soon I would explode. "hickeys. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm fine." I said between teeth, pulling away once again. This time he took me by surprise, actually letting me walk away. I turned on my heel until he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. "That's not a hickey, I've seen hickeys. I've given hickeys. That is not a hickey. Now answer my damn question, who fucking hurt you!" At this point, the whole crowed turned to watch us. "You. You hurt me."

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