stole my heart♥

stole my heart♥

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The snow is blowing parallel to the ground, north to south and is as dense as I’ve ever seen it in the east of England; my boyfriend was driving us home from a meal at Café Rouge where he had met my parents for the second time. “I have had enough of this, why did you have to say that to my mum? I mean, my mother!” I shouted at Keelan. He turned his head to face me; I was sitting in the passenger seat. “It was only banter, look, Abbie I’m sor-‘’ he was cut off by my scream, there was headlights speeding towards our car and before there was any time to react I felt the colossal impact. The car lurched and I was thrown forward violently, the seat belt biting into my chest and knocking the wind out of me. The sound of raining glass echoed in my ears as an airbag exploded in my face. I managed to take one last glare at Keelan, he was slumped across the steering wheel, and I tried to speak but no words came out, the only three words I could croak out was “I love you” and my eyes closed slowly. I am in a heavy black cloud, nothing to see, nothing to hear. I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled my nose. My mouth was dry and I smacked my lips a few times. I was lying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls, making me squint and wanting to close my eyes again. I felt like I had slept for years, but I was still tired. I heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned my head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in my neck were stiff and sore. I saw my mother sitting in a chair by the window, sleeping it appeared. A doctor walked in and noticed I had awoken, he says my name repeatedly as I try to remember how to talk. No words come out, and I blink hard. Again he calls my name and gain I try to answer. Suddenly I clear my throat, I feel like I’m about to shout. But all that comes out is a tiny whisper 'What happened?"
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An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. When their worlds collide, sparks fly-and nothing will ever be the same. When Enid Jones-straight-A student and the perfect Islamic daughter-earns a scholarship to the prestigious Montrose Academy, she believes her life is finally falling into place. Her plan is simple: keep her head down, ace her classes, secure a scholarship to Yale, work a side job, and one day gain full custody of her younger sister from their abusive father. But trouble has other plans for Enid... and its name is Olivia Grayson. Carefree, rebellious, and notorious for breaking hearts, Olivia is Montrose Academy's golden girl. With her comes the infamous Golden Four, and a whirlwind of chaos Enid wants no part of. At least, that's what she tells herself. Because Olivia isn't just interested in Enid-she's made it her mission to strip away the saintly image everyone sees and uncover the fire hidden beneath. But what if it's Olivia's carefully crafted "bad girl" façade that begins to crumble first... all because of a certain brunette who was never supposed to matter? ๑ "After what you and your stupid friends did to me, isn't it enough? Do you really have to rub it in my face?" I snapped, my voice shaking with fury. Olivia just smirked, stepping closer until her warm minty breath fanned against my lips. My pulse went wild, betraying me. "I'm only just getting started, angel," she whispered in that husky voice of hers. "And I'll stop... the moment I hear you moan my name." ๑ An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. Can love survive when it's least expected-or will it destroy them both?

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