Taming the Bad Boy

Taming the Bad Boy

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My best friend Sidney was an idiot. By idiot I mean plain out stupid. She got her self into trouble every where she went. She couldn't find something even if it was in front of her. But she had her moments. Today was one of those moments. We were sitting at our usual table when I found her looking at some other table by the window. I just figured it was snowing and she was watching it like she usually does. Until I realized who's table she was looking at. Quinn Rodgers. AKA Mr. Bad Boy at South Franklin High School. By bad boy I mean fighting, getting into trouble, and most of all making ever girl here want him. He never goes for them unless they are the sluts of the school. "Why are you looking at him?" I asked her "I don't. Just curious if anyone can ever tame him." She shrugged going back to eating her salad I looked up at her smiling. "No don't you dare even try." She warned me "I'm going to tame the bad boy." I said with a smirk.
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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