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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 7, 2015
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Romance
This isn't a cancer book. It's not a depression book, or a coming-out book, or a professionally written novel that people will talk about for years on end. It is a book about a girl, a boy, and a freak event that threw them together. Hi. My name is Cleo. Well, it's actually Clementine Carmina Cortez, but Cleo Cortez works better. Just Cleo works too. And, I should probably use past tense, so I was Cleo Cortez, but not anymore. Yeah, nice to meet you too, pal. I guess I should start by telling you that I was very ordinary. So ordinary, it hurt sometimes, thinking about how normal I was. I got A's and B's, won awards for my love of science occasionally, grew up in a tight-knit town with a population of 1388 people, and kept to myself. That was my life until Fernville's 1388 turned into 1390; until he showed up with his older sister; until I met him, and he ruined my life. But, I guess he kind of saved it too.
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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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