The Rebels

The Rebels

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione sab, lug 23, 2016
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"Do you expect me to answer your questions?" She laughed at the boy in front of her dressed in the leather jacket. "Yes, I'm sorry princess people may have worshipped the ground you walked on at your old school but at this school they worship me. We don't need anymore sluts and stuck up princesses at this school." He glared at the short girl finding her annoying. "That's good then because I'm neither." She smirked leaning against the locker beside her. Without speaking the boy came closer and put his arms on either side of her on the locker keeping her from moving. She glared for a small moment but put on an unfazed look showing him he didn't scare her. She heard something move from the shadows on the other side of the hallway and focused on the shadows. She heard three taps on the hollow locker on the other side of the hall and realized the signal she focused again on the boy trapping her on the lockers she put her arm on his shoulder and waved her hand three times. She began to count in her head, "So what happens when your worshippers find you on the ground?" She asked confidently realizing he wouldn't realize the hidden message. "Your funny babe, because I'll never be on the ground." "12, 13-" She counted. "Why are you count-" He said. "15, goodnight." She said as he fell to the ground. Hey everyone welcome to my story, it's not completely done so expect weekly updates (maybe more) and a whole lot of action, keep in mind that this story is not edited and I'm still slightly new to writing. But be sure to leave comments if you like the story I love hearing feedback
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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