Society Sucks

Society Sucks

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Their evil laughs echo through the halls. I cant believe what is happening. They are picking on him, and I am just stood here like an idiot. "Aww, has Ty Ty had enough?" Bianca laughs as he stares at the floor, his jaw clenched. I watch as his long eyelashes flutter lightly, indicating he's thinking. One of his many subtle and incoherent gestures that all mean different things. "Can you p-please just go away?" He asks quietly which only made the roar of laughter louder. "This is what you get for trying to steal Mae Mae from us. Why did you ever think she would like a dork like you? It's just pathetic honestly!" Bianca replies as Caroline giggles in agreement. I'm trying to move to stop them but it's like I'm paralyzed, I just cant seem to move myself. The struggle to do something is only getting stronger as Bianca kicks him right in the gut with her high heels. Ty... Ty sinks further down and bits of his golden hair fell into his face making their way behind his glasses. This is too hard to watch... "I-I didn't mean to do anything wrong..." Ty defends only to get laughed at yet again. "That's enough!" I shout and everyone goes silent. Bianca's gaze falls deadly on me, along with Caroline's. But then. Ty looks at me, alarmed, with those blue eyes of his. Those blue eyes that pried into my soul. Those blue eyes that... captured my heart. ------------------------- Max is the new girl in town. With her stunning looks and interest in cheerleading she instantly gets pulled into the group of now, three, queen bee's. With their leader, Bianca. Ty is the dork of the school. He prefers to be alone and hates change. Anxiety issues take a hit on him every single day, making him an easy target for getting picked on. Not only that but he is also very... odd. What happens when this queen bee starts to fall for someone on the opposite end of the food chain? Will she risk her image, for true love?
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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