Mr. Caretaker

Mr. Caretaker

  • WpView
    Reads 49
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 6
WpMetadataReadOngoing56m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Aug 24, 2016
In every school, there are different groups of people. There are the try-hards, who spend all their time revising and working towards their grades, there are the drifters who are practically invisible unless you want to see them. There are the popular ones, whose only cares are staying relevant after graduation, and finally, there are the misfits, who spend most of their time on drugs or starting fights. Unfortunately, I fell into the latter. That is until he picked me up, took me in, and changed me. I will always be thankful to Mr. Caretaker for saving me from myself. ----------------------- Brently Carson didn't care about anyone or anything. He wouldn't hesitate to break someone's nose without a second thought. But when the school Caretaker, Mr Murphy takes him in, and shows him a different way of thinking, will Brently's life change for the better?
All Rights Reserved
#156
misfit
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • S.I.X
  • My Brother's Roommate
  • It Girl
  • Juliet saved the Bad Boy (COMPLETED)
  • | TUTOR | under editing
  • lustless wishes [Dallypop]
  • Say Something 【boyxboy】√Completed
  • Rooming with Chase
S.I.X

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines