Everyone tends to find it fascinating. She's sarcastic, troubled, and, well... trouble. Devin doesn't intend for things to go that way, but when you're as stubborn and bitter as she is, life can get chaotic.
Austin is surprisingly quiet for a jock. He still manages to be an asshole, of course, and social, yet you can tell a lot of his true inner thoughts are kept reserved. Or at least Devin can tell.
But she's always been like that; able to read body language and pick up on emotions. She understands those things too well for a girl her age, although Dev never really had the chance to be a teenager.
As the kids would say, Dev Mavis is a 'bad bitch'. Radiating a facade of confidence, she doesn't take bullshit and she'll protect her friends at all costs. She's never mean, merely to the point. Unwavering strength and beauty is what the school sees. That and trouble, of course. A force to be reckoned with.
It's 3 months into senior year, and the rush of college apps and school work has faded. Psychology class has settled down, and the students have begun to joke around and talk with each other, already experiencing major senioritis. Austin and Dev only vaguely knew of each other before this, though now that they're in the same class, they keep finding themselves interacting, egged on by their peers.
Dev hates Austin and his 'bad boy' attitude. Even worse, a couple years before he fucked over her best friend, Grace, at a party and left her there. Dev's loyalty may cloud her judgement, however is it all that unfounded?
Austin likes messing with Dev. It amuses him, the compulsive jackass he is. And still, he feels drawn to her. Frustrated, confused, and conflicted, Austin tries to ignore this sudden hypnotic pull, but always ends up tugged right back.
A bad bitch and a bad boy in one room can be anarchy, or maybe- just maybe- they're not as bad as they seem. And when they find out they've both unknowingly committed to the same college, what will they do?
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Written by @apricitys.
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"What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine.
I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips.
"You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target.
Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared.
I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering.
I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off.
He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face.
"Aubrey."
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Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?