Prove Me Wrong

Prove Me Wrong

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Jinxed fingers, an annoying brother, a boring summer, and a theory waiting to be proven wrong. I happen to live by The Jerk Theory; a theory stating that every living male being here on our little blue planet is a jerk. I believe that there is a jerk cell in every guy, and with that belief I learn to keep myself from being hurt, building walls to keep my heart safe. Trust me when I say I've had enough of boys and their games. But deep inside I have a little part of me that yearns to be proven wrong. A part that wants to know one day my prince charming can and will sweep me off my feet. The happy endings that you only see in fairy tales, yes that little part of me is the dreamer. The little girl with the big dream and fairy tale endings. But the little girl in me was about to fade, happily after and waiting for that one day just seemed too far away. Then he knocks on the door. This time is different from the rest, I want to open that door. Am I going to risk it again? I risked it once and look where it got me. Is he going to prove me wrong or will he kill the only hope I have left.
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"You bitch! Look what you fucking did!" "I did?" I ask. "You were the fuck the blew the red light!" "I didn't blow any fucking lights, bitch whore! You destroyed my fucking Jeep!" "No I didn't! You got a tiny fucking dent and a goddamn scratch? I can't even drive my fucking car!" "So? It's a piece of shit anyways and you shouldn't have blown the fucking light!" "I didn't fucking blow the light, asshole! You did!" "I did not!" he shouts, getting right in my face. "How old are you anyways? Three?" "No! You're acting like a fucking two year old! Just own up to your goddamn mistake!" "I didn't make a mistake, you cunt! You did!" "Fuck you, dick! I didn't do anything!" "How fucking old are you?" he hisses, his lips inches from mine. "I'll be fucking twenty one tomorrow, fucker, how about you, huh? How old are you? Thirty? Forty?" "Twenty fucking two." he hisses. "Now pay up!" he puts his hand out. <><> Alyssa is your regular girl with perfect looks. Luke is your hot bad boy asshole. When you push the two together, two things can happen. One, they can click, or two, they can crash. And it won't be hard to wonder if he's a Devil or an Angel.

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