Stars With Wings

Stars With Wings

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"Fireflies?" Jace whispered questioningly next to me on the plad blanket my feet kicked back and fourth in the air as I held my head in my hands "I like to call them Stars with wings" I smiled and he said nothing for a while "why?" he asked softly "because they remind me of shooting stars...that way I can make a wish on all of them" I smiled faintly as he just stared at me with an intense emotion he looked up and smiled chuckling faintly to himself "you know what I wished for?" he asked "what?" I looked at him with a raised eyebrows he then leaned in and I let him ___________________ Selfish cocky rude popular the words that you would describe to be a total douchebag,but what if I told you that you where wrong? What if I told you he had a heart after all? Sweet kind feisty innocent the words that caused the douchebag to find his heart ---- Jace was the highlight of the school, he had teachers wrapped around his finger and had girls falling for every step he took Except for the new girl Emerald is a girl who doesn't necessarily fit in,she likes to keep her grades up and her ego low,what is she supposed to do with all the weight of Jace and his problems? the sky keeps her in tact
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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