Spencer and the Bad Boy

Spencer and the Bad Boy

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé dim., mai 14, 20173h 11m
Spencer isn't the average seventeen year old girl. She is intelligent, sassy, stubborn, independent and beautiful ( she doesn't see it, for she is low self-esteemed). But she has a best friend who helps her keep her head,up high, Tiffany. She is in her senior year of highschool. At school there is a popular, rich bad boy. His name is Caleb. Very gorgeous! Spencer is really awkward so she avoids him and deny the fact that she finds him very attractive. But bear in mind she is NOT like any of the girls in school that fall head over heels for hot guys like Caleb. The both of them have crazy past that they would like to put behind. So when Caleb discovers her secret of dancing, causing them to become friends, it's an emotional journey. Later down in there friendship they start developing feelings for each other but they deny it. What will happen? Disclaimers/ Notice : Sorry if my description is crappy. Stories attract me with there titles and I use my imagination to predict what's gonna happen. Am I the only one?! Yes, okay. Ha! Profanities will be written/typed a few times, these are teens for crying out loud! Oh my god, I have no chill, God help! Any who hope u enjoy my crappy story. I love writing but I'm not sure if I'm good. Anyway please don't hate, just appreciate. Love ya !!!
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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