The Bad Boy And The Tomboy

The Bad Boy And The Tomboy

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"The Bad Boy and The Tomboy." Isn't that such a cliche name for a cliche book? Yes? No? If no then you obviously have not read enough cliche books, sadly... *** "Betty, good luck with your test." I looked over to Kai's side to see him staring at me intently. "Hasn't your whore of a mother told you it isn't good to swear?" I insulted him, though I new he didn't really like any of his parents and he never swore, Betty just needed an excuse. He shaked his head and gleamed with a smirk. "There is something nice to stare at, tomboy." "Will you stop with the tomboy-" I yelled as he interrupted me by placing his std-infected finger on my lips, I shrugged him off. He looked quite hurt but hid it with a smirk. Do I know how many girls he has fingered? Or even licked? Or how many times he hasn't wash his hands? No! "I know you don't like people calling you tomboy but just, let me." Again with the nickname thing, he knows I love nicknames but 'tomboy' just wasn't the one I'd like to be called. *** This story consists of POV'S. It's a weird story, read at your own risk. Did it when i was...young :D ALL PHOTOS FROM GOOGLE....
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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