Made of Bone

Everybody has something to say about Jasmine Storm. Some say she's a bitch, that she's a slut, some thinks she's sexy and strong. She on the other hand thinks that life is a game. Everyone dies so she does what she wants.

So who has enough balls to stand up to her. Certainly not Jackson Matthews He's not the jock or the nerd, he's average and fed up with the the way people cower under her...

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"Who ever said you had to be this way."

"You don't know me, I advice you to walk away."

"There's nothing to walk away from..." He trails off as he I walk closer. His breathing becomes deep.

"You're sexy when you act bad. Are you a bad boy Jackson?" He nods with his head held high as if he won a metal.

My laugh echos in the locker room. Pulling him close and wraping my arms around him. I lean up to whisper.

"Show me."