Drifter Girl

Drifter Girl

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Reyna Morrison was a drifter. In 17 years, she has gone to and stayed in 17 different places. Being a new girl isn't new to her, at least, not anymore. Her divorced parents had been playing a tug of war with her as the rope for as long as she can remember, both sides trying to be as persuasive as possible. She was fine with it - okay, not so much 'fine' as 'dealing with it' - and tried to live as normally as possible with two overly rich parents both consumed with wanderlust. She instead began to live a life where her biggest problems were running out of coffee, running out of books to read, or going anywhere without her music. For her first few days in Greenborough, it probably was. Enter Kyrios Whittaker. Kyrios was an enigma to her; he'd never left his home in all his years, nor even thought of it. Coming from a stable family (with two non-fighting parents, two little sisters who adored him and whom he adored right back, and the ancestral home) he hoped to one day build his own brood of the same sort. Everybody who lived in town expected their golden boy to choose from one of the town's girls and settle down, maybe pop out a kid or two in their perfect, picket-fenced, two story house. Then again, fate has a habit of doing the least thing you'd expect. What happens when the straitlaced, goody two-shoes golden boy goes head to head against the hard-edged, rule breaking drifter girl? Will the sparks fly or will she just end up drifting again? Drift into the world of the Greenborough Heartbreakers... [cover (c) _cruelwriter]
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#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

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