Forget The Past

Forget The Past

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He stared at me shocked for a minute as did every other person in the room. Kneeling down he looked me in the face, anger evident in his eyes, good going Tia, you’ve angered the school bad boy in the first 10 minutes of class. “Listen sweetheart, I know you’re new and all but number 1, don’t mess with me, 2 if I say jump you say how high. Oh and one more thing I asked nicely now move. You can always sit on my lap if there’s no other seats.” He growled this at me through clenched teeth, I could feel my insides churning at every word he said. Taking a deep breath in, I prepared for my next stupid mistake of the day. “Listen, sweetheart,” I mimicked, “I don’t have a clue who you think you are, but I’m Octavia Blake and trust me you do not want to get in mine or my families way got it? No I am not going to listen to you and no I’m not moving anywhere. You can go on your hands and knees and be my foot rest though if you want.” After concluding that rant I took a few deep breaths and turned away from him and everyone else in the class and continued looking out of the window. I could almost feel his eyes burning holes through the back of my head. His hand latched on to the bottom of my chair causing me to attack with reactions like a cat and kick him in his crown jewels doubling over and falling to the floor.This caused everyone to gasp him to go red with rage; and probably pain, and get me sent to the principal’s office on the first day. Great. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Is slipping under the radar going to be as easy as Octavia Blake imagined? With the schools bad boy after her, and past memories coming to haunt her... well let's just say it's gonna be a long bumpy ride.
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*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

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