His Brooklyn Freak

His Brooklyn Freak

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Typical bad boy i just want to punch him in the face, that beautiful face that looks like it was carved by the gods themselves, but if i punch it just once, it'll grow back right? like when you shave your legs and those darn hairs keep coming back. Zanthie Grains, a girl going into the collage life, a bully had warned that if anyone had befriended her, they would be in a world of hurt. Benatly Rightman, a bad boy at high school and carrying on the ego of the bad boy at collage, he went to the same high school as Zanthie but did he ever notice her? when all the boys dorms are filled and all the girls dorms are filled, they are thrown together and forced to live together Bentley's silent for the first couple of days but Zanthie keeps up the 1 sided convos, Bentley speaks up one late night after Zanthie couldn't stop talking about how she wanted to visit Brooklyn, the first time he spoke started everything "Shut up you Brooklyn freak!" Yep okay enough about Brooklyn then,
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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

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