"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.
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Version 1
~ Published early 2018 ~
Burdened with undeniable romantic feelings for his best friend, Greyson feels as if his life has become a typical tragic story of a one sided attraction.
For the most part, he's right as his love story is both emotionally draining and convoluted for a lack of better words.
But neither of the friends anticipated that things would quickly escalate after a drunken kiss.
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"My fist stung with a burning pain as I stood over Ace's unconscious body. A bit stunned yet remorseless as a multitude of gawking eyes bore into me, I was numb. And sluggishly turning to meet Greyson's watery eyes, it was as if my mind had turned to a word stealing mush."