Quirky Tales

Quirky Tales

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"ETHAN BECKETT!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as the ball came from his direction. "Uhm, sorry to disappoint you. It wasn't Ethan, but me, Sebastian. Also, sorry I accidentally hit you," Sebastian apologized. "It's okay. You did not hit me intentionally," I told Sebastian, ignoring his comment about how Ethan didn't hit me, which I thought he did. If he would be able to, he might have a punching bag with my face printed on it for punching it. Okay, too much exaggerated. I know, he won't do that. But, that is a good idea. I would have considered it if I hated him too much. While Ethan snapped, "what?! this isn't fair. When you thought It was me who hit you, you were fuming, and now that it isn't me, you're saying it's okay? And did you even think it was me? is it something like I'm on your mind 24*7? aww, how cute," Ethan said teasingly. I glared at his smirking face. "No,Eethie. the thing is that your name is the same as curse words for me." I chirped, annoying him while Sebastian snickered.
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'You hurt me, And I hurt you. We are forever even.' /// 'So why are you talking to me again?' 'Switch up the scenery,' he replied shortly. I frowned and took a small bite of my ice cream. Only a week ago I was crying in his arms with bruised knuckles at a bus stop. I had decided that would be the last time we would ever even be together. I had thought that it would turn into an embarrassing memory that I would always associate with his name. Yet here we were. He was sitting across from me with tinted lips from stained ice-cream. And this very moment caused me to wonder what more would come from that memory. I was a firm believer in avoiding violence. This is ironic since I was the one who punched a girl. But the more I thought about it and the more I took in Blake's presence sitting across from me, the more I came to the conclusion that maybe something good came from it. And to think, this entire thing was sprouted from one ride home. ~ ~ ~ WARNING: -This book contains profanity -It also has sexual dialogue and very suggested sexual scenes so it may get a lil frisky ~I have already pre-written most of this book so updates should be fairly quick

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