She smelled like vanilla and flowers.(specifically Justin Bieber's someday perfume, but Jesse would never admit he knew that). She jumped at the sound of mice. But for some reason, Jesse wanted her. Maybe it was because he had daydreamed about her when he would catch a glimpse around town? Or maybe it was because Jesse was heart eyes for her since the second grade. But what Jesse didn't know, is that she wondered more about him as each day passed. How could the boy from elementary that was willing to eat glue so kids would give him there graham crackers, be so terrifying? Yet, terrifying felt like the wrong word, because he was the only thing she wasn't afraid of.
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Teen FictionHis name was Jessie. He was your typical bad boy. He was rumored to work for a gang, he showed up for half of his classes, and he hates basically every person who breathes. Except for Sunny. ~~~ Her name was Sunny. She was almost as innocent as it...
