Kissing Booth FANFICTION

Kissing Booth FANFICTION

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So...the lovely Lara Verne has awesomely offered that we can create fucking fan fiction! HOW FUCKING AWESOME IS SHE? So, of course. I had to get a little dark. I wanted it to be angsty toward Amy, because I love her and I love angst and just...urg. I threw this together in like thirty minutes. Please don't flame. I OWN NOTHING ABOUT KISSING BOOTH! COVER GOES TO LARA VERNE. MAY BE JUST TEMPORARY AVAILABLE ON MY ACC.
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[TW: This book contains strong language and scenes that others may find uncomfortable to read. | Also note that this was made by a 13-year-old so don't expect great things. Although it is edited, I kept most of the story as is. Initially published on 2016] "You'll never get me to fall in love! So stop trying!" She glares at me and climbs up the fence. 'Hey stop! Hailey!' I call out running after her. I finally caught up to her and I grab her wrist. 'Stop.' I order. "Let go of me you dink!" She struggles to escape from my tight grip. I lean my face towards hers and smirk. "Th-This isn't funny, Kevin! Stop! Stop it!" I plant a quick kiss on her lips and ran for it. She didn't move. I went back. Guilt. 'Hailey? You okay? I'm sorry... Hailey? Look at me, Please...' She doesn't look at me. What have I done?! She looks up and gives me a death stare. "I'll give five seconds to run..." I stayed there. I'm ready to get my punishment. "One..." She clenches her fists. "Two..." I want her to punch me... "Three..." "Four..." "Five... Why are you still here?" "Because I want to..." I closed my eyes and waited for her fist to punch me. Instead, I felt her warm lips on mine. That's my Bad Girl...

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