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Ink.
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Ongoing, First published Aug 30, 2015
There are only two types of people. The good ones and the bad ones. Well at least that's what our streotypical society tells us. 

So when the good boy meets the bad girl; they realise that they aren't so different after all. 

She might just be a good girl for him and he just may be the bad boy for her. 

Riyana' P.O.V.
"And that was me. The girl that was judged by the society, the girl lost behind the darkness. The one your parents don't want you to hang out with, but that's fine with me."

Cody's P.O.V
"Do you want? " she asks. Holding up a cigarette stick.

I shake my head. She pulled a stick out lighted it and leaned back into the couch. She closed her eyes as she took a huff and smoked it out creating the smoke filled air to swirl around her face. As much as i hate smoking. She looked pretty bad ass. So calm and cool. And suddenly i coughed. The smoke hitting my nose. She opened her eyes. 

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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*