The Bad Boy Kept Me Sane

The Bad Boy Kept Me Sane

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The school's one and only bad boy. Erase. Yes, usually every high school has their one and only bad and his group of friends to worship.But not in my school. In Curtis High, ladies and gentlemen we have two. Yes, you heard me. Two bad boys, two separate group of friends, and NO. They do not like each other at all. They have been rivals since both of them step foot on the school grounds. Carmella Smith. She's the out going, Straight A student, but she's no nerd and she won't put up with your shit. Feisty. But it's how she became who she is. Two boys. Both rich, drool worthy and everything a high school girl would want. But they do have one thing in common. One that interests them both. Her. But with a dark past behind her, Will she let anybody love her? Have her as their own, let alone touch her?Will she ever feel how love is? Sacrifice. Love. Hurt. Dignity and Better beginnings. ****WARNING****MATURE CONTENT.GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, SEXUAL ABUSE, DEPRESSION, A LITTLE BIT OF SELF HARM and MATURE LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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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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