The stubborn tomboy

The stubborn tomboy

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Every girl in town pretends to be a tomboy to attract boys, but not Dawn. Dawn, 17 years old is the origonal real tomboy who boxes and rides a skateboard. With her frustrating stubborn badass personality she bumps into Alix Foster who changes her whole life after that day. With the two bickering teenagers, will they come to truce instead of bickering and fighting all the time? or...... "let the games begin," Dawn says with her mischievous smile. .....will they continue to to put on their boxing gloves and fight... "Oh honey this game was already being played" says Alix Thump... thump... "someone call 911! there's lots of blood!" says Cas Thump...thump... Am I really starting to like Alix? Dawn questions herself ......... Read and find out what happens in this story... thump...thump "I dare ya" Dawn whispers into Alix's ear...... Author's notes: I know there is a lot of cussing in this story only because that's just how the character Dawn is. So be mature if your gonna read this.
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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