Love, Kayla

Love, Kayla

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"Kayla," he says softly. "Will you do me a favor?" "Anything." "Will you always be with me until the end of this journey?" he inquired. He softly intertwined his fingers on hers as he anticipated her reply. "Yes," she breathes out. "I will." she lightly squeezed her hand in his in reassurance. Brenton couldn't wipe off the image of Kayla's face as he was sure that he saw her cheeks went red as both of their heartbeats were the only sound that he heard. * * * * * He was defined as heartless, cold, a jerk, and the one who brings trouble to your table and was named as Brenton Abrams. He knew his life was already ruined but when he realized that his possibilities of graduating was on a dead end, he knew that he definitely messed up big time. But with the turning of events, he got suddenly stuck with a certain girl that might be the solution to his problem.
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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

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