Ms.Badass:Note to self- keep life Anti-Cliche.

Ms.Badass:Note to self- keep life Anti-Cliche.

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And the two sit beside the window, staring deeply into each other's eyes. With coffee mugs in their hand, everything was just perfect. The guy takes a strand of hair behind the girls ear, making her blush. This was all she ever wanted. "Okay, dude seriously?! She can do that herself you dumbass! All you have to do is tell her. God, I hate cliches!" "Jess, you need to shut up! This is the sixth time you have interrupted in eighteen minutes of the movie!" "I will, if he continues to act like a dumbass. I think I'll throw up. Emily, for god sake, please change the movie. Let's watch The terminator. Pleaaase!" And Emily gives me a what's-wrong-with-you expression. ---------------------------------------------------------- Ladies and gentlemen, Jess Woods, also known as Ms.Badass. A bad girl attitude, leather jacket and her Harley Davidson, are the things which she never forgets. Her 'Note to self', keep life Anti-cliche.But after a series of events of friendship, breakups and confessions, maybe Ms.Badass will find some exceptions.
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"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

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