rewriting of my most popular story <3
the story contains:
- slurs (f word especially, i can claim it since i am in the lgbtq+ community!)
- abuse (mental and physical)
- suicide and self harm
- bullying
- mental illnesses (depression, anxiety, mabye ptsd)
- a6d (not a lot, but still! hes not that important but i just wanted to add him to the story since hes a bad guy and deserves be one in this fanfic ♥)
this is the only warning you'll get! please do not continue if you are sensitive to those topics. ♡
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When a new boy comes to Florida's biggest high school, all eyes are pinned on the guy that looks from afar.
"Hey, the faggot is checking the new boy!" a kid yells from the other side of the classroom.
"Shut it, Bruneau. We do not use those words in this school." the teacher said, as the day continued.
The newbie, a dirty blonde boy with green eyes and a soft look, sat next to the shorter.
"Hey, I'm Darryl. And you are...?"
"Zak. My name is Zak..."
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RESTARTED; SEPTEMBER 20TH 2020
COMPLETED; ?¿?¿?¿?¿?
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.