No Boundaries

No Boundaries

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Carl Chiasson: No Boundaries Nearing Bob's Bikes, I opened the greasy door and entered. The pungent aroma of rubber filled my nostrils. As my eyes glazed over the hovering sleek bikes hanging by single threads, I made eye contact with a boy around my age. I paused and gaped at his face; exuberant brown eyes looked at me through his dark luscious lashes. His chiseled jaw tightened suddenly as he looked down, showing me his full head of silky light brown hair. My eyes scanned the remainder of his body, and let me say that I wasn't disappointed. From behind the counter I could see his six pack ever so slightly protruding from his black uniform polo, crying for some exposure. After viewing this god like creature, how was it possible for an awkward girl like me to talk to someone like him? Nevertheless, I slowly made my way up to the counter and bashfully stood in place. Standing there for a good three minutes, my ears were blessed by a heavenly rugged voice. "Are you just going to stand there like a sitting duck or actually buy something?' -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bad boy + Nerd = is a twist on your average girl meets boy story. Join Cherise Runkel on her romantic journey with Carl, the bad boy. Will they fight their inner demons and become the power couple, or will they crash and burn?
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Everyone thought she was just the quiet girl. Kept to herself. Always early to class. He was the boy with the bike, the bruised knuckles, and a reputation that came with warnings. "Stay away from him," they warned. So naturally, she found him on the rooftop one afternoon, leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand. He raised an eyebrow. "Wrong place, angel." She stepped in, smirking as the breeze played with her hair. "Nah. I make everywhere the right place." He chuckled-right until she snatched the cigarette from his hand, dropped it, and crushed it under her shoe. "You've been staring for weeks," she said, tilting her head. "Figured I'd save you the trouble and come say hi." His smirk vanished, but he said nothing as she turned and walked off. That night, he texted . Him: You always this bossy? Her: Only with boys who look good when they obey.

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