"Go to hell," Zeus snarled, his brown eyes narrowed into slits.
"Where the fuck do you think I came from?" Nika laughed dryly.
Scars wrapped around their arms, hidden beneath tattooed illusions and cruel smirks. Anger clouds their eyes. Blood stains the bathroom tiles and cigarette smoke paints the walls. Silence engulfs the bedrooms. The students mask their fear with terrifying emotions, afraid of letting their true colors show.
Because at Meadowsville High, a pair of metaphorical handcuffs encircle their wrists, a haunting memory of their pasts.
Warning: sexual themes, mentions of abuse, alcohol, drugs, selfharm, sleep disorders, eating disorders, and panic attacks.
The characters will cry more than most do on Wattpad, they will hit rock bottom, they will break down, and they will feel like they're suffocating. If this bothers you in any way, refrain yourself from reading.
Michael and Liam are madly in love. Or so they think. How madly in love could you be when you've only just started talking? Liam has always been a helpful person. In fact, his self proclaimed job use to be helping people get with each other. But he was always the one to be left unhappy in the end. As Liam breaks away and starts to go into new and dangerous territory, will he be able to save his heart? Or will he give away the key to his heart too easily? Michael has a over sensitive body. And sometimes that makes it hard to separate feelings correctly. And with every string of boys, he only covers his dark pass even more. He thought everything was perfect, until Liam. Why is he trying to figure Michael out? And why is his touch so good? Lust drives them. Fighting makes them understand. Running makes them worry. And crying brings them closer. What were they thinking, to get involved with a silly thing called: L O V E.
(A/N: This actually a little bit of a side story off of my other two books "I HATE YOU" and it's sequel "Hey, I STILL HATE YOU" and you are welcome to read that before this but it isn't necessary! Enjoy.)