The Screwed Up Club *NEW AND IMPROVED*

The Screwed Up Club *NEW AND IMPROVED*

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Nell counted her fingers to feel in control. Blue covered his scars with tattoos and a smile that said "come and fix me". And all the girls fell for it. Well, except for Nell. She wasn't going to let herself; she had bigger things to worry about than mending Blue's broken heart. Hell, she didn't even have time to mend her own. Not with a scholarship to keep and medical school to get into. That was easy to forget, though, when you were unfortunately sharing a bathroom with the tone-deaf asshole who liked to sing in the shower and walk around in just a towel. And the more she's around Blue, the more she realizes that they're the same; just two members of The Screwed Up Club who were running from their pasts the only ways they knew how. She knew she couldn't fix him, that no one could. But maybe she didn't want to. Maybe all she wanted was someone to be broken with, someone who showed her that giving up control and surrendering to the chaos wasn't so bad after all. What she didn't realize is that sometimes when you let in the chaos, you lose yourself.
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'You hurt me, And I hurt you. We are forever even.' /// 'So why are you talking to me again?' 'Switch up the scenery,' he replied shortly. I frowned and took a small bite of my ice cream. Only a week ago I was crying in his arms with bruised knuckles at a bus stop. I had decided that would be the last time we would ever even be together. I had thought that it would turn into an embarrassing memory that I would always associate with his name. Yet here we were. He was sitting across from me with tinted lips from stained ice-cream. And this very moment caused me to wonder what more would come from that memory. I was a firm believer in avoiding violence. This is ironic since I was the one who punched a girl. But the more I thought about it and the more I took in Blake's presence sitting across from me, the more I came to the conclusion that maybe something good came from it. And to think, this entire thing was sprouted from one ride home. ~ ~ ~ WARNING: -This book contains profanity -It also has sexual dialogue and very suggested sexual scenes so it may get a lil frisky ~I have already pre-written most of this book so updates should be fairly quick

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