Her long, straight red hair glistened in the wind, as she sat, staring at the sky.
But not a disturbance to her, she always wondered what the true life was like, was it just what she was already in? She jumped off the rock, and proceeded to walk back to her home, where a life still had to endure for 3 more years of this somewhat miserable life, she could only think about her friends, and that one annoying ass long distance boyfriend she had. She thought of how much of a troll he was, but she didn't care as long as he wasn’t like that to her. She then remembered a potato, it reminded her of how ugly brianna is.
She laughed, and then threw a rock at a cactus lying on the ground, she then noticed a large gold dildo on the ground, engraved was “You’re not real, run, run from the NCR” she grew uneasy.
“WHY THE FUCK WOULD ANYBODY HAVE A GOLDEN DILDO, LET ALONE ENGRAVE IT, FUCK YOU MURICA”
She then got hit with something, it was the rock she threw at the cactus.
“MOTHERFU- what the fuck!?!?”
She then spotted another dildo by the cactus, that read “DILDO NIGGERS,”
She stood there, then Morgan Freeman appeared beside her.
“This is the best high I’ve ever had.” Cecelia said.
“Tis not a high, Cecelia, tis just a request, I have an offer for you, do you wish to move in with your boyfriend, and dying with him? But give up having your friends?”
She couldn’t comprehend what the fuck was going on let alone her boyfriend’s goddess being right in front of her. But giving her the chance to have him forever, but not her friends. Suddenly a loophole came to mind, nobody ever said she couldn’t just do what she was going to do, just wait, and move in with him (If everything goes good between the two) when she was 18 and could legally move out.
“And if I reject this?” She asked.
“Then your memory of him would be erased from your mind” He replied.
“I’d rather lose him then the others that matter more to me”
He grabbed her by the
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?
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"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."
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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?