Breathe | Ongoing

Breathe | Ongoing

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She never really knew how to breathe, not until she met him. * * * * * Juliette Grey. Big flashing lights on her family name, rich smiles thrown at her. She should feel happy and breathing in the good life she supposedly lives. But in reality she's an half-empty star lost in her own void of mind. Life's always moving, yet she's stuck. Juliette can't breathe. Now its Juliette's last year of High School and hasn't once thought to seek out the true meaning of breathing. Things weren't supposed to change this year but the universe decided it's time for a change for closed off Juliette and it definitely wasn't supposed to be him to be the change. The once unmoving cycle Juliette had was tripped onto the ground, quite literally. And it was all because of a hot tempered encounter late at night near the outskirts of New York, with the infamous flaming eyed bad boy of Calister High. Carter Valent. . . . "When you started street racing," I begin as I gaze at Carter leaning against his car, gazing back. "did you ever consider how dangerous racing on the streets is?" Carter flicks his car keys, making them spin once around his pointer finger before grasping them. "I prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery."
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"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

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