Ali Is a girl who loved Nash Grier, but he was her enemy, her bully, her hater. He broke her everyday, but she loved him with every broken part.
She figured they were meant to be, and he had a heart in there somewhere. She was willing to give him a chance.
He didn't care about her. He didn't love her or need her. Nash didn't want a chance unless it was a chance to have her dead. Except, once she is gone, he realizes she was the one, the one girl for him. She changed him, each day he saw her, he wanted to apologize, but to stay good in his reputation, he didn't, he treated her like shit, but he knows she didn't deserve any of it.
Ali was bullied enough at school, by girls who judged her for being different, or boys who thought she was ugly. She was abused enough at home, by her parents who don't love her or want her. She was raped by random guys on the street or at parties with friends.
Ali couldn't trust, she couldn't be happy or smile, except for when Nash was around. Even though Nash hurt her, she saw something beyond that hatred through his bright blue eyes that shined in the moonlight or sunshine, she saw love and happiness. Ali knew one day she would discover the real Nash Grier, the one she fell in love with.
Nash may freak out about a tragic death, but the secret being held behind this death, may not be what he expects.
(This story is from Nash Griers point of view. Flashbacks of the past will be included.)
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(Though highly recommend to read the book "Obsession, Madness & Love" first, this book can be read as a standalone.)
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I made a mistake. A terrible one.
I betrayed my best friend. The only person who ever cared for me. But I had no choice.
Then there's his younger sister, Maria Andrews who always looked up to me as if I was some kind of an angel, little does she know that I am far away from that.
And now I am on the run, trying to leave everything behind. But it's been four years, four fucking years since her eighteenth birthday when she confessed having feelings for me. For Me. And her words still haunt me, the tears in her eyes when I rejected her still burn my heart but I did what I had to do.
People don't love me, especially women...they only seek pleasure from me. I am not a lovable person and someone you should definitely steer clear of.
Getting involved with my best friend's (or ex best friend's) sister is stupid and I'm fucking mature enough to not even think of her, of someone who is eight years younger than me.
But now, she is here and God help me, I am about to cross every fucking line.