The Bad Boy And The Tomboy

"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...
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"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.
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This story consists of POV'S.
It's a weird story, read at your own risk. Did it when i was...young :D
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