The Bad Boys Like Me

The Bad Boys Like Me

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"You're so beautiful. I-I can't even describe it in words. You may think you're ugly but you're not. And when you look at me, everything else just fades away and I can only feel, see and touch you..." he cups my faces in his hands, "what are you doing to me Chelsea?" "I'm smiling because of you. You make me smile. You know, whenever I come to school, the first thing I look for is you. Because I know that if I've got you... then everything will be alright," he leans closer, "I love you Chelsea." "I've always liked you. Maybe I didn't show it but it's true. Your frizzy hair, your braced smile, your spotty face... everything. You were perfect. Heck. You are perfect, and you're delusional to not believe that. From the root of your hair to your very last toe, I think you're perfect and more," he hugs me even tighter, "Chelsea you're amazing... don't you see that?" ~*~ Three boys. One girl. Who do I choose?
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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*

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