Open Up to Me

Open Up to Me

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It's my senior year here at Woodbrooke High School. I haven't talked to anyone for two years now. Not since he died. The only thing I have left of him is a heart locket he gave to me on my birthday and a text message he sent me the day he died. He was my first, and will be my last. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, saying I should move on because that's what he would've wanted. But I can't- I won't. Or so I thought... -------------------- Meet Odette Baron: a senior in high school who hasn't opened up to anyone ever since the death of her first love since eighth grade, and best friend since they were three years old, two years ago. Meet Ron Allen, the new boy in town. He's always been known as the outgoing type; annoying but lovable. He meets the mysterious Odette and is already mesmerized by her aura. What happens when Ron meets Odette? Will he be able to open her up again? Can she move on from the death of her past love? Or will something spark between the two? Copyright © 2015
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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