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"You're a pig," I told him.
"But I'm still hot, right?" His voice rumbled in my ear from behind me, he held my hips when I shivered. His head dropped to the crook of my neck, he tenderly kissed my shoulder and up to under my ear. "Play with me, Kenny," he whispered, sucking lightly under my ear.
I sighed, my eyes fluttering to a close. Damn it. I shouldn't enjoy this so much, I shouldn't enjoy Ashton so much.
This should not be happening, not with my bestfriend's brother, not with a guy who had tormented me almost all of my life, not with Ashton.
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Kendall Brown is a fun, loud, crazy party girl. But she wasn't always confident and outgoing. Before she was a timid, chubby, ugly loner and bullied for it by none other than her bestfriend's brother.
Ashton Cunningham is the bully that had made it his duty to ruin Kendall's life anyway possible until leaving for two years and coming back to meet the new Kendall, the sexy, confident, fun Kendall.
So what do you get when you add a Cocky Bad Boy, a Confident Bad Girl, a Jealous Ex-Boyfriend, a few Crazy Bestfriends and a Particular Bet?
What are you waiting for?
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Rated R. Reader Discretion is advised.
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ALSO I WROTE THIS BEFORE 5SOS WAS A THING? LIKE I STILL BARELY KNOW WHO THAT IS? THIS IS NOT AN ASHTON -WHATEVER HIS LAST NAME IS- FANFIC? THANKS BYE.
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Also, I personally think this story is shitty - there's a few dozen people that agree with me and a few thousand that disagree. This story is pretty immature and quick to read, read at your own discretion. Usually I pay no attention to comments on here especially if their edits or criticism. Read if you want to read something quick and unrealistic. Or if you're ho
Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it!
And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks.
I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High.
I am so unbelievably fucked.
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17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it.
That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead.
*WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!!
Started: January 21st 2020