Bad Decisions

Bad Decisions

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"As soon as I laid my eyes on him across the living room, I knew he was a bad decision, and I was gonna make it." Emersyn Cortez, an 18 year old girl, is hoping to have a fresh start, and to get away from her abusive boyfriend, Jacob. She moves to California and starts at Stanford University. She has always had the perfect grades, perfect lifestyle, a life that everyone wanted. But Emersyn's life wasn't as picture perfect as it seemed to be. She was depressed and unhappy. She used reading as an escape from her life. It felt like she wasn't her when she had her nose in a book. She felt free. Callahan Reyes, a 21 year old frat boy who's lifestyle is partying, sleeping with women and leaving the morning after, and getting so drunk he wakes up in people's front yards. He's always been a playboy and never wanted to commit to anybody. He thought it was boring and exhausting. But there's more to him then he lets on. Maybe a sweet and caring side of him. When Emersyn and Callahan cross each others paths at a frat party, they each feel some sort of attraction to each other. Both experiencing unfamiliar feelings and both being very confused as to why they are feeling what they are feeling. But they can't leave those feelings to linger. Will they end up getting closer, or will everything crumble in their fingertips?
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His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. π™π™š π™©π™π™žπ™£π™ π™¨ π™‘π™€π™«π™š π™žπ™¨ 𝙨π™ͺπ™›π™›π™šπ™§π™žπ™£π™œ π™¨π™π™š π™©π™π™žπ™£π™ π™¨ π™¨π™π™š π™™π™šπ™¨π™šπ™§π™«π™šπ™¨ π™žπ™© BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❀︎ sexual/mature content ❀︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❀︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright Β© 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. Β© All Rights Reserved

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