How I Fell For The Bad Boy

How I Fell For The Bad Boy

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Life surprises you in many ways. One of the many ways it surprised me was with him. Luke Hemmings. The bad boy. I was under strict no-associating-with-cocky-jackasses-code. That is, until now. I'm somewhat of a depressed teenager. I'm always cranky, can be really stubborn, I always yell, and I'm short tempered. So to lightly put it, I'm a bitch. I'm okay with being a bitch, I accept it. Of course there is my motto: "Acceptance is Friendship". Lol just kidding. I'm Paris Montgomery, and this is my story. Well, the beginning of it at least. Warning: This book will contain a few smut-scenes, mild language, and a lot of bitchiness. This book is made up of all my own thoughts and ideas, so please, if anyone copies anything from this book please let me know. Other than that, hope you enjoy it!
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"Sorry, I'm really sorry," I said, looking up to the tall, muscular guy that stood infront of me. He was the "popular" guy in my year - he made me nervous. "You fucking will be," he threatened with dark eyes and a harsh voice, making me take a step back and look away, holding my books tightly to my body. He started laughing, and with that I turned around and began to walk away, before suddenly he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back to him almost making me fall to the ground. "I was only joking, babe," he said softly, walking forwards slowly until my back touched the wall behind me. "Get the fuck off of me Luke, I-I need to g-get to class," I said to him, stumbling on my words slightly. "And I'm not your 'babe'." [COMPLETED]

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