Thea was a ghost. No one noticed her - not even when people continuously knocked her over- but that was how she preferred it. Though Thea came from a very well known and even wealthier family, she always seemed to blend in. Just how she liked it.
Jax, on the other hand, had many friends. Some would consider him popular, others wouldn't. He was a very confident guy, who didn't mind the spotlight, but wouldn't demand it either, thinking that he was a modest guy.
Jax and Thea were both two complete strangers, with not even a few words passed between the two in the four years they had been in high school together. The only possible thing they had in common was their lessons. They were both in the highest set, meaning they were a few of the smartest in their year. So, when faced with the difficult task assigned by their English teacher, they are forced to talk, get to know each other, and find a way to tolerate each other's flaws- Thea's social anxiety and Jax's endless antics.
And, yet, though Thea would deny it, the only way she would be able to tolerate him through the painful months to come, was through his looks. Thea often felt a little physical attraction towards Jax, but of course, never pursued it.
"It's just a physical attraction," Thea moaned to her friend. "And only that. Nothing more; nothing less."
So, when her attraction begins to progress and develop in ways Thea couldn't understand, she did all she could to stop it. Jax was trouble, an unholy force, one might say.
Maybe a kind that Thea couldn't stop; couldn't possibly deal with.
"You're mine. And I don't think you wanna go against that." Her eyes dangerously darkened.
He gulped, and nodded a yes.
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Everybody has a story. And sometimes, these stories go unnoticed and untold. Even if it's that hard-core and determined badass girl from the school or the one who stays hidden in the shadows with books piled up right in front of him.
In a normal high school filled with players, jocks, Heartbreakers and badass personalities, a boy with blue eyes, gel soaked brown hair and adorable face gets claimed by the most feared girl in leather jackets.
Lucas Clark was not your average teenage boy. Mean it, he was not. All around you could see boys of his age probably flirting, playing games, hanging out with friends and throwing parties like their life depended on them. But he was a nerd. He was a straight A student.
And she was the bad girl of the school, Claire Cooper.
When one meet turns out to be Claire claiming him hers, he is left devastated and knowing that not to mess with "The Claire Cooper", Lucas has no option but to give in.
And when the complications arise, they are shattered but they find themselves in a better place than when he felt like he was practically being attacked by the bad girl of the school.
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