A beautiful freak

A beautiful freak

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James and Frankie were best friends in freshman year. Both had strong feelings for each but never acted on it. Frankie is a popular beauty, James is a freak because of his scarring on his right side of his face. 2 1/2 years after freshman year when James left, he returns to high school not as the scared weak little boy everyone thought he was. But as the badass scary UFC fighter ready to go on tour. ------------------ "Then why don't James? Huh? I've been loving you since freshman year and when I finally worked up enough balls to get you go and tell me we can't be friends anymore!" I scream at him not being able to see anymore because of all the tears. I feel his arms around me hugging me with his big strong arms. I sob into his chest not being able to stop "You can't love a freak like me. I love you so much Frankie, ever since I've met you all you brought to me was happiness." "James please kiss me, I've waited so long to be in your arms." Next thing I know his lips were on mine and I was in total bliss
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"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.

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