Venomous
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⚠ WARNING: high use of profanity, drugs and sex. Readers discretion is advised.⚠ Saige Stevens is a beautiful 17 year old girl, but that's not what people normally say about her. "She's such a bad-ass!" "She's a totally bitch." "Saige? Saige Stevens? She used to be so sweet and innocent; cheerleader, popular. Now I heard she sells drugs." Saige doesn't let anyone get away with anything, and she doesn't let anyone close to her. As a drug dealer, she can't. Can she? *~* "Ky?" I said quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence in the room. He hummed in response. "Why did you stay?" He went quiet, pondering my question. I stared into the darkness of his room, letting the silence overtake me. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and soothing, but the words he spoke made me uneasy. "Because I love you, Saige."
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