Just a Ride(18+)

Just a Ride(18+)

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Hate. It's just a more fucked up version of love. "Bryson why did you really bring me over here?" She asked as she looked up at me through her long eyelashes. 'Keep up your exterior- you hate her don't forget that' "As much as I hate your ass, I just did it to be nice" She nodded, "mmm, okay" 'What?' "what?" I asked. She smirked, 'oh shit' "Nothing, it just the fact that-" She stood up and started to walk towards me to where she was standing right in front of me. 'She's so tiny' "Let me restart, do you remember the last time you actually talked to me, like a real conversation?" 'Ohh she's talking about that' "When I kissed you, the second time." she smiled, "mhm and since then you've just been creepily staring at me for two years, so lets hear it, what do you want to say- or should I say do to me"
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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