Destined With The Bad Boy

Destined With The Bad Boy

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"I know you see me as a jerk right now, Nessa. But please, believe me when I say I love you. Trust me when I say I'll do everything for you to forgive me. Just don't act like you don't know me because it fucking hurts. It hurts when I see you laughing and happy with other guy. It hurts everytime you look at me with disgust. It hurts when I wanted to hold your hand but I can't. I love you. I fucking love you, Vanessa Aller Lopez and I'll do everything just to make you mine again." ***** I'm Vanessa Aller Lopez. A simple girl who has a simple dream. My life was completely fine and almost perfect until I met Jaero Shawn Bautista. Ang lalaking walang ibang ginawa kung hindi ay magkama at magpaiyak ng napakaraming babae. He was known for his physical appearance, talent, and brain. Oo, matalino sya, gwapo, at talented pero ubod naman ng sama ang ugali nya. Ewan ko ba kung bakit patay na patay ang mga babae sa kanya lalong lalo na ang Ate ko. Para sa akin isa sa pinakamalaking turn off ang walang respeto at ma-pride. Pero nagbago ang lahat ng 'yon simula nang maging malapit kami sa isa't isa. Bumibilis ang tibok ng puso ko pag nandyan sya. Lagi ko naman syang iniisip 'pag wala sya. Am I falling for him?
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"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt. "Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-" Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life. Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago? Of course, what was I capable of feeling? And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived. Life is just a Lie. And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul. Life is just a Lie.

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