A Hot Mess [ on hold ]

A Hot Mess [ on hold ]

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[WARNING: Do not, under any circumstances EVER try to copy this story, or plot, or characters, or whatever! Also previously known as 5 Years Ago] ~~~ "Hannah, meet my boyfriend," Liz happily introduced. I got up from my chair and turned around,only to be met by shock. "Hey I'm Hannah." I smiled at the guy in front of me. Wow, Liz has some good taste... "Trystan." He put his hand out to shake, and breathtakingly smiled. "Trystan Woods." My hand froze in mid air. Trystan Woods? Like shit face Woods? "You. I thought--no I'd hoped I would never see you again." He furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" "My names Hannah Marin, ring a bell?" I crossed my arms, annoyed. Recognition crossed his face quickly and his jaw clenched. "You fucking whore." I gave him a tight smile. "That's the one." "You two know each other?" Liz asked, confused as hell. ____________________________________________________________________ Hannah Marin and Trystan Woods were enemies since the fourth grade, but after going there ways in the future they forgot each other, and happily lived their lives. Now, at the age of 17, Hannah's best friend just had to end up dating Trystan. There's no such thing as a coincidence, it's called fate. What will happen now? There's a thin line between love and hate...the question is...who will cross it? After all, it is just a hot mess, right?
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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. ----- 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

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