BEST PLAYER

BEST PLAYER

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Sep 5, 2019
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Romance
"She didn't bruised that ego. She murdered it." I sneered at my best buddy, Roland, while we were watching the petite female dumping the wanna be baddest boy in school. The moment she was about to pass us, our eyes met. She whispered never halting her steps but slowed down, "Your next, Captain." and winked. Before I could respond, a car stopped in front of her and she got in. The fuck was that?
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"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

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