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Unthinkable

Unthinkable

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jan 27, 2017
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Fiction
Romance
My name is Liz. I'm 16 years old and attend Westville High. I get straight As in class, am in the student council, have tons of friends, participate in many clubs, have a bright future ahead of me and have never, EVER done drugs. I've never even seen a drug. Two of those things are a lie. They WERE true, until I met Noah. Had I known the mysterious, tall boy with dreamy eyes was a drug dealer, I would have never gotten involved. However, that was not the case. Noah was deep in the drug cartel, quickly spiraling down. And he brought me with him. So here I am to tell you all about the scariest, darkest times of my life.
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S.I.X

Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

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