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Caught In The Boys Locker Room

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"Let's see..." He drifted off in thought for a moment.
  
  A wide, evil smirk spreads across his face, making me feel nauseous.
  
  "Embarrassment, shame, humiliation... and of course, there's also the fact you could get expelled."
  
  My eyes widen and my mouth fell open.
  
  "Wh-what?" I stammered, staring at him in shock, "Are you blackmailing me?"
  
  "Blackmail is such a strong word," His smirk widens, "I prefer the term... equal benefits." He winked as he added, "Sugar lips."
  
  ~~~
  
  Meet Chase Chandler: known as the most popular, 'charming,' star quarterback and the football teams praised captain. Or as I like to call him, the biggest arrogant, self-centered, blackmailing jerk in all of history.
  
  And he has a picture of me, holding men's underwear, in the boys locker room.

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His Bad Boy Ego | ✓ by apricitys

Highest rank #27 in Teen Fiction. Written by @apricitys. _ _ _ "What is this?" He asked, not even bothering to look at the canvas in front of me. Instead, his eyes were locked in mine. I swallowed my saliva, chills running down my spine. I felt my palms getting sweaty as my legs nervously started bouncing up and down. Without giving me time to answer, he took a step closer to me, eyes still locked in mine. Each time he inched closer, I used my right foot to slowly push myself and the stool back. It seemed to be the only option to get away from him; until he forced his hands below the sides of my thighs, holding the stool in place. He released a soft chuckle as he eyed me from my eyes, down to my lips. "You're beautiful," he said. From his voice, I couldn't tell if he was being serious, or messing around. It sounded sincere, however there was a smirk on his face. The smirk that he always has on his face when he's found an amusing target. Then he averted his attentions back to my eyes. His expressions softened up the moment his eyes landed back on mine. His smirk disappeared. I cleared my throat and broke the eye contact. I looked down at my palms as I rubbed the sweat against my jeans, "What do you want, Landon?" I asked, almost whispering. I felt his hand brushing against my right cheek, as he tilts my chin up to look back at him. His messy brown hair, his light blue eyes and his pink soft lips were just centimeters from mine. I felt his breath lingering on the upper tip of my lip. In a panic, I pressed my palms against his chest and push him off. He stumbled back with a surprised look on his face. "Aubrey." _ _ _ Landon Carthy is an arrogant boy, who knowns to have absolutely no care in the world. Making girls suffer feels great to him. But what happens when a new girl in town becomes one of his victims? Will she allow him to walk upon her like all the other girls do?

My Bad Boy Best Friend by theloneranger_

*From Best Friends To Worst Enemies* "You really think you stand a chance Badboy?" I snorted. "You tell me." He had the audacity to smirk as I stood there covered in stale spaghetti. "So this is it then? The beginning of your end!" Fine I was a little overdramatic but so was he! He leaned in and I felt a slight tingling sensation in my skin--and no, it definitely wasn't the spaghetti! "Maybe if you didn't look like a blob of tomato sauce I'd feel a little bit threatened." "If this is how it has to be, bring it on Badboy!" And that's where it all began. The chaos. The drama. The fights. The drunk conversations. The sleepless nights. The hatred. The kisses. And well maybe? Eventually? The insane urge to punch that sexy smirk off his face! •••

Corrupting the Good girl by itsmeganhere

"So your go!" She said, smiling up at me brightly. "Wait what?" I answered with a look of confusion playing upon my face. "Well I just poured my heart out to you..." Fran said cheekily with a wink. "Now it's your go, come 'on Beadle, out with it!" She said raising her eyebrows at me. "Well what do you want me to say?" I asked blankly. "Tell me why you sleep around and then break girls' hearts." She replied with the same perplexity as me, she then bowed her head down to rest on my chest again. She must have felt me tense next to her at her question so she lifted her head and our eyes met. She gave me a reassuring smile and I felt more at ease. "Well it's pretty simple really." I said, pausing dramatically. "I break girl's hearts so that they can't break mine first." I answered expressionlessly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fran is your typical good girl. She studies hard. She's her father's favourite. She's never been drunk. She's neve had sex. She's never smoked. Fran's ideal Saturday night consists of staying in, drinking tea and reading John Green books however her simple and repetative existence is soon sent spiraling into chaos when a gorgeous plot twist leaps on to the page going by the name of Ethan Beadle. Or as he's otherwise known, her brother's best friend. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Highest ranking: #153 Teen Fiction Copyright 2015 Trailer credit: @craicxhoran Cover photo credit: Tumblr

Barbie (BoyxBoy) [R] by folkwh0re

[COMPLETED] "Well, well look who decided to show up on the party.", he then look at me up and down before putting one hand up on his chin. "And he's wearing something slutty too, tryna score some?", He smirks. I groan, "What do you want? leave me alone!", I push him rather harshly, he didn't budge though instead he leans in and trap me between his body as my back lean against the wall. "You're a feisty one aren't you, barbie?", he whispered huskily, making me shiver for some reason as I gulp when he starts caressing the back of my neck. "I must say, you look good.", he continues making me speechless for a moment. ~~~ "Ahh fuck... Fuck you!", I moaned as the asshole grins at me sheepishly. I really hate him so much, I don't even know why we're doing this right now. Kissing, fucking, and sweating with each other. "That's funny cause I'm fucking you, barbie!", He then goes deeper and deeper in me hitting my prostate causing me to whimpers in pleasure. I really hate him so fucking much! Fuck Rafael Sandoval! ~~~ Alcrais is an openly gay student. Being part of the cheerleader team and having a pretty face mean he's kinda known in his high school. Although his life is not as perfect as it seems. Especially when he has to be partnered up with his so called enemies that he despise. Rafael is your typical high school QB. He's a loud, obnoxious and also known to attract attention from people. Having great physics also rich parents just easily makes him adored by many. Many but one guy, one pretty guy he called Barbie. They didn't get along really well but like other cliché story it soon turns out differently. Will their despair turn into something sweet? Will it ends happily? Guess you have to find out and read this book ✨✨ (*Rated R, not suitable for everyone under 18.)

Taming the Street Racer ✔️ by koolkenz

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Love, Anonymous by Liz_Plum

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