Emily Greens has always admired the most popular boy in high school, Travis Black. After mustering the courage to approach him, her life takes an unexpected turn.
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"So... what's up?" he asks, leaning casually against the wall, like this is just another Friday.
My heart hammers in my chest. I take a deep breath. "I, um, I just wanted to tell you... I like you. A lot. And I'd really like to get to know you, you know, if you're okay with that." The words come out so fast I barely understand them myself.
There's a moment of silence before he chuckles softly. "What's your name again?"
"Emily," I squeak. "My name's Emily."
"Well, Emily, I don't like you. But hey, you're cute, so there's that." He grins. "Oh, and thanks for watching the match."
And just like that, he walks away, leaving me standing there with my heart shattered into a million pieces.
The only upside? Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'm officially dead.
NOTE !:
This story includes themes of bullying, strong language, and violence. Please be aware that all events depicted are fictional.
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Olivia Jones is an anti-social, clumsy, funny, shy, and a well-rounded person. She has one best friend, Emily Miller and is grateful for her since her parents can't seem to make time for her apart from the holidays and her older brother is off at college. Emily decides to take Olivia to a party hosted by her boyfriend, Kyle who just happens to be best friends with Austin King. It's been a year since Austin asked Olivia out and she rejected him but his fragile little ego can't seem to handle it, that brings us to the current day, where Austin has made it his priority, to get her to fall in love with him. Or is that the only reason?
Just his luck, they get thrown in together for a round of seven minutes in heaven, well to Olivia, it's hell where he kisses her and claims her as his. (Whatever that means) and from there on, things take a sharp turn.
She hates him. But how thin is the line between love and hate?
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"I like you, Olivia and you're mine. And you can't do anything to change that." he stated before he took a step forward and pressed his lips to mine. What the holy frickity frackity freaking hell just happened?
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