Perfection

Perfection

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The my breathing became heavy, my hands became sweaty as I quickly tried to come up with an answer. Her powerful look stared at me, almost as if hypnotizing me to say yes. I shook my head, remembering what I was told and made out a no before running away. "Ummm, are you okay?" The voice sounded unsure. My gaze snapped to his, I just survived. I quickly muttered a yes before moving on. I just survived one of the pushiest, judgiest sales representatives in the whole world. *** In Bethany Stones hometown, you were raised to be perfect. You gave to charity, hung out in the park and talked to the elderly. This all changed when police officers show up at her front door informing her of her parents death. She is forced to move across the country to California where people are a bit...different. The town bad boy takes a liking to her, causing her to have to try to be a little less than perfect. It will be one huge adventure, I mean, nobody's perfect. *** Beware, I have no clue what I'm doing, so don't judge please.
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They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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