More Your Type

More Your Type

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Jessica Spark and Jacob Frost, Kingstown Highs very own 'golden couple'. They were the cliche good girl and bad boy couple, you know, the ones that only exist in books. I mean come on, Spark? Frost? Even their names are polar opposites. Well, they do only exist in books for a reason; because after all when reality hits, the only thing they have in common, is alliterative titles. Any-who, I guess this is where I come in! And no, before we jump to any conclusions I am NOT a scampy little whore, with her little group of followers who thinks she rules the school. 1. I am not a whore, 2. I walk alone, zero desperate followers. And lastly 3, I know I rule the school. I, Victoria Carlson, am the bad-ist little bitch you will ever meet - and I might even be a little scampy.
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She's rich, the perfect student, and graduating early. He's a heathen, a heartbreaker, and well he may never graduate... These all might be true, but with every fact, there is a detail to be explained. When people can be seen below the surface of their persona your whole view of them and their lives change. Axel thinks he's a hardass, huh? Well so does Victoria. So which one knows - How to Steal a Heart? ╰┈➤ a taste "I'm a mess," I shake my head, "Apparently a mess only you can see," "Only because I'm looking," He gestures to his eyes. "I see you, there's nothing wrong with seeing you." I completely shift myself to look at Axel. I sat in front of him as he looked down at me. This is the Axel that has me wrapped around his finger. Not the fighter, not the bad boy. The compassionate, well-spoken, devoted, Axel Stone that is sitting in front of me. So when the story comes out of my inevitable demise - know that it was Axel Stone's words that slain me. Not his persona or his larger-than-life muscles -even though those are very nice- it was the way he cared for me. The way he set a fire in my soul, a flame to my heart. The way he anchored me.

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