Cancer And The Bad Boy

Cancer And The Bad Boy

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My name is Lindsey Adams, I'm 16 years old and I have lung cancer. I am not fond of boys and am not trying to find someone to date, because I know I will die. I am strong. With only four months to live. Everything was somewhat normal, until Jacob DeCorte moved in next door and became my window buddy. He also decided to attend my school. He is one year older then me but in the same grade. He's cocky, arrogant, and annoying. But he is also sweet, nice, and funny. I don't know which side I fell for.
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

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