Jeans
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"You're crazy." He says, an eyebrow raised as he watches me. I finished taping the object and I was moving onto the third. "I bet you say that to all the girls." I drawl, mocking him as he stood there looking like some Greek God. "No, just you. You know I'm still going to get you back right? This changes nothing." A smirk was forming on my lips as I remembered the day we'd met. "You can try Jerk, but I always win." --------------- Mia Johnson was what she describe herself as 'TheMostAmazingFunkaliciousBrotasticSonBiscuit' out there. Was she crazy? Yeah, you could say that. She had anger issues, was always hyper, plotted more deaths and pranks than anyone well ever, smarter than most, braver then many, and a complete klutz. And she's also good at making people angry, when she finds herself being hunted by a bull (almost literally), attacked by a Bad boy (number one man-whore), loss of brain cells from stupid sluts, and targeted by almost the whole football team; she'll learn that she will never change. Unless there's ice-cream involved.
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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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