The Bad Boy Society

The Bad Boy Society

  • WpView
    Reads 80
  • WpVote
    Votes 13
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing17m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 18, 2016
"Did you love her?" Her question was blatant. "You can't ask that." I shook my head, she cocked her head to the side. "You don't just stop loving someone. You either always will, or you never did in the first place. The question you should've asked is: Do you love her?" I guided. Her face showed more questions than she could say. She wanted to ask more, but was too afraid of hitting a nerve. She opened her mouth but shut it like a fish gasping for air. I nodded, for her to proceed, instead of saying something to stop her from asking her questions. "Do you love her?" She copied, I bit the inside of my cheek. I admit, I was afraid to admit that I loved her. Or that I was afraid to admit that I didn't love her. Whichever one, I was too afraid to admit that I didn't know if I loved her or not. Answering that question was like trying to love the ocean but only being taught to swim in a small pool. I was never one to understand my own feelings. They make me run around a maze, than just drop me of where I started. "I-I don't know." I shrugged, for once I didn't have an answer for a question. Usually, I was always the one that had an answer or something for everything. Corey, scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "But, you just said you either know if you love someone or you don't love them at all. Now, you are just contradicting your opinion." I smiled. I nodded, because what she said now, might just have saved my life. I jumped of my seat and dashed out of the house. "Hey! Come back! Where are you going?!" She screamed from behind me. I looked behind, yelling, "To stop the one I love!" I smiled.
All Rights Reserved
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

  • His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016
  • The Honest Liar
  • The Outcast
  • 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
  • His Bad Boy Ego | ✓
  • Stuck | 18+
  • Moving In
  • EVEN IF I DIE,IT'S YOU.
  • Broken Pieces
  • Challenge Accepted

I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines