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The Killjoy and Her Boy

The Killjoy and Her Boy

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 22, 2017
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[BEING REVISED: SLOW UPDATES] Violet Mayre is about as far from normal as you can get and still be a human, seventeen-year-old girl. She hates romance, she hates sappiness, she hates horses and chocolate and glitter, and almost everything else. Actually, she hates almost everyone else, too. For the most part during the summer, she sits and does nothing but listen to obscure folk bands and read books written by people no one knows about. After all--she hates sunburns and swimsuits. She hates going to the mall. Those things are for normal people. So when her older sister enlists a boy to befriend Violet in a last-ditch attempt to get her out of the house, all hell breaks loose. Suddenly, there is a normal boy trying to get her to leave her room and do normal things, and it's all due to a traitorous decision made by her older sister! Will Violet succeed in chasing this boy away? Or will he succeed in getting her out of her shell? • | EXCERPT | • "I didn't know you could be civil. Here's a reward for your good behavior." And I kid you not, he pulled out his wallet and gave me a gold star. "Congrats," he said, grinning teasingly. "You cheeky bast--" "--there are children present." I could have died of spontaneous combustion, so great was the pressure that built up behind my lips. I wanted to say several things, but he wouldn't let me get away with it. "Here's your tea, miss. And yours." The waitress was back, putting our drinks down. I noticed immediately that Jasper had tea just as I did. "Thanks," I said. "Do you two know what you want?" "I'll take the harvest time meat platter. Wren?" I pretended to study the menu. "Something sweet," I said at last. "To contrast all of the salt in this goat's system." [Disclaimer: Not a bad boy story AT ALL.] Gorgeous cover by @candeliers :D
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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