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this pics is everything.

(this is an edit, credit to whoever owns this pics)

im not crying, u are.

To go from a smile to serious look. Hero looks good in the either way duh

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her and she wasn’t supposed to make him want to be a better man.

Anna Todd [ After ]

“ I’m sorry that I couldn’t fix you. ”

“ Me too. ”

every time i see you baby i get lost

if im dreaming, baby, please don’t wake me up

every night im with you i fall more in love

now im laying by your side

everything feels right since you came along

NEXT WEEK. ARE YOU READY AFTERNATORS?

It’s you. You’re the person I love most in the world.

Hardin Scott [ After, Anna Todd ]

Deal | 6

Make Me Choose

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Hunter

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The drive back home was wary and silent. Elizabeth made no snide remarks and I am thankful for that. I can’t believe how fast I managed to lose control- my brain is frightening and sometimes it is hard to distinguish the difference between reality and what is replaying inside of my mind. I was careless, I was selfish to endanger us both and when push came to shove I was a wuss. I couldn’t hold myself together. Everything I have been running from, everything that haunts my dreams just flashed before my eyes all over again and I just couldn’t keep my grip from slipping.

When we arrived back at Vieve Springs, empty handed, Coach wasn’t pissed. He understood, even though he had no idea what the actual truth was. I lied through my teeth and said that the Nathaniel guy didn’t bother to show up with the paperwork which he believed instantly. Elizabeth didn’t say a word which has left me nervous.

It is now Thursday morning and the events of last night have been repeating themselves over and over inside of my head. At college I manage to arrive a little earlier than usual. I don’t have to shower this time but I do need to speak with Elizabeth- and considering she is always here on time I am guessing she is hiding out somewhere until classes begin. I check the library first, I know that she enjoys reading so that is the first place that comes to mind. When I enter the room, silence reaches my ears and straight away I begin to scan around, looking for the blonde girl that I despise so much. She should be easy to find, judging by her awful fashion sense and her dry humour. Unfortunately for me I can’t seem to spot her in the small number of students that are situated at a couple of the tables, happily reading. Fuck. Where could she be? She doesn’t seem like the type to enjoy sports so there isn’t much point in me searching for her in that department.

I run a hand down my face in both exhaustion and agitation. She knows too much about me and I know absolutely nothing about her. She holds too much power over how people can come to view me. My reputation can be ruined and all she has to do is open her vile mouth. My hands twitch into fists and I strongly consider punching the brick wall to my left when something blue involuntarily catches my eye. I look ahead of me, witnessing Elizabeth round the corner from Theatre Studies and slowly walk down the hallway towards me. She is alone. Her hair is pinned back into a messy braid and some fly away strands of hair frame her face. She is wearing a pale blue and pristine white stripy t-shirt with some dark denim jeans and the same little ankle boots from a few nights ago. Her pink bookbag is slung messily over one of her shoulders and I stare a little too long for it to ever be considered polite. I don’t think I have ever seen Elizabeth wear something that isn’t a sweatshirt… or loose.

Without hesitation I charge for her, taking the soft flesh of her arm firmly into my hand. I drag her alongside me and push her into an empty classroom. She stumbles slightly before quickly regaining her footing and glaring at me narrowly, “What the fuck?” Her voice is bitter and she shoves her hands against my chest but I don’t budge, instead I take hold of her again and push her to the nearest wall. Her back slams against the hard surface and her eyebrows soften, her eyes are now blown widely as she looks up at me.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Her voice is a hushed yell and I gently press my fingertips into the bone of her jawline, holding her soft face steadily in place as I move my mouth down to rest at the shell of her ear.

“If you tell anyone about what happened last night on the highway-” I whisper, my grip around her jaw tightening slightly as I hold her face in place, “-i’ll fucking ruin you.” I finish lowly and full of honesty before I pull my face back and away from her, looking her dead in the eye to make sure my words have been taken on board. Something dark swirls in her blue eyes and her plump lips are pressed together shakily. She nods at me silently and I ignore the shame that shrinks my chest. I should be protecting this girl, not threatening her. But what choice do I have?

“Okay.” She croaks quietly but I can tell that she is not afraid and I finally step away from her small frame, allowing her to leave if she really wants to. She slowly steps towards the door of the classroom, toying with the strap of her book bag with one of her hands and gripping the handle and throwing the door open with her other but before she leaves she twists her head over her shoulder to look at me, “But just so you know-” She pauses briefly, “-threats can work both ways, asshole.” And then she leaves.

Threats can work both ways.

Threats can work both ways?

Her words ring in my ears and I tense my jaw. She is challenging me and yet she has no idea what this game looks like. She hasn’t had so much as a glimpse into the rule book. No one fucks with me and I can assure that Elizabeth Douglas will soon come to know this. After a moment or so I follow her out into the hallway. We are both in the same class first period and I know just what to do to make her life difficult. No one at this shitty school has any idea what she is really like- everyone thinks she is immaculate and untouchable but I know different. Maybe if I push her buttons hard enough she will crack under pressure. She will reveal herself as what she actually is- A raging bitch.

In class my mind conveys from one thought to the next as my eyes land on Elizabeth, how can one person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go? I want to bury myself into her brain. I want to know what makes her tick and what keeps her awake at night. I want to know everything and anything. What was her life like before I got myself involved with her father? Where is her mother and why is she never around?

I suppose she and I have a lot more in common than I thought. We both have one absent parent however she was left with one that is incredible… I haven’t been that lucky. I can only dream about having a family as great as she has, yes it is only her dad and herself but it is better than being alone… better then being invisible.

I know she can feel my gaze on her because she discreetly turns to face me, her features remaining soft and her eyes unwavering. She looks tired- genuinely tired. Did she sleep last night? Was she awake like I was? With Elizabeth it is so hard to tell. She can smile and laugh but even when she is trying to hide her emotions she forgets that eyes can always talk… and right now they are begging me to go easy on her. On my short and angry walk to this classroom I planned on publicly embarrassing her- but how can I possibly do that when she is looking at me like that. With those big blue trusting eyes.

Goddammit.

I turn my face away from her and break our line of eye contact. Why is it so difficult to hate her? She is condescending and a liar… however I find myself thinking about her way too much. There is a side to her that even I am unsure of. She showed me last night that she can care when she wants too and I blew her off like it was nothing. I know how hard it is to show how you feel and to be shot down so harshly must have left an unpleasant mark.

My thoughts drift and I realise Coach and I have a meeting arranged with one of the executive hosts of the Worldwide Boxing League Championships tonight. Glen and Zion are old friends and apparently he owes Glen a favour, so he agreed to squeeze us in on his busy schedule. I am always going to be forever thankful for all the shit that Glen has done for me. To this day he continues to surprise me with the awesome stunts that he is able to pull, like meeting with one of the most important people in the boxing industry. Without him I would probably be in a prison cell or in a crack house right now. Class is soon dismissed and I head off to complete the rest of my school day, keeping my mind occupied so I don’t have to think of Elizabeth or the nerves bubbling in my stomach about the events that can unfold tonight. I can do this, I remind myself, then,

And even if I can’t, I have to.

-

Before I have any time to blink the clock strikes twelve and Friday morning is fast approaching. My head buzzes from the liquor and I find it hard to concentrate on words that are slipping from Glen’s lips.

“He is the best in the business! Trust me, fellas… this boy-” Glen grabs my right shoulder tight and shakes me slightly, rattling my brain in the process, “-he is gonna be somebody. Give him a chance.” He sounds confident, but behind that facade I can see the desperation deep in his eyes. Elizabeth. My drunken mind wanders to her, all because she and her father share the same colour of eyes.. hers are prettier, though. Coach wants this deal more than I do… but I trust Glen. He knows what he is talking about.

“Fine. Only because I like you. Don’t let me down, Douglas.” Zion- the host of the championships- speaks with such hesitance that my eyes shoot open with shock. Holy shit. Did he just… he couldn’t have…

Glen springs to his feet and holds out a firm hand towards Zion, “Thank you, this opportunity will not go unnoticed. You won’t regret this.” They clasp their hands together and shake one another’s arms for what seems like a lifetime.

I slowly rise to my feet to greet Zion in the same way before Glen and I are hastily led out of the champagne room and down a grand spiral staircase towards the exit of the massive luxurious building.

“You’re fighting, H! You’re fucking fighting at the big leauges!” Glen smacks a hand down onto my back as he chuckles wildly but I am a little too drunk to be responsive. We have been drinking since we left his house earlier… It seems to have worked in our favour but I am going to be so hungover for school- or even worse, I will show up still drunk.

In my haze I hear Coach ramble on about how I cannot afford to be distracted and that we should start training tomorrow night but I find my eyes focusing on the sky above us. The navy blue clouds swirl and turn with one another in the most artistic way and I wish that we could see the stars from here- unfortunately New York generates a shit tonne of light pollution so those odds are extremely low.

I wrap my arm around Glen’s shoulder and I turn my face to meet his, “You are one stud, you know that? You got me into the fucking championships!” We both sway back and forth for a second and I almost fall onto my ass, luckily Coach provides me with some leverage.

His nose twitches as he smells the strong scent of alcohol on my breath but I just smile, “You can crash at our place tonight. I’m not letting you walk home like this.”

Our place. For a moment I had forgotten that he totally ditched his own daughter for this deal earlier. She is such a pain in my ass- always so bitchy and serious… lighten the fuck up, am I right?

She is livin’ the dream. A dad, a house- a bed! She has nothing to be complaining about…

“Hunter?” I blink my eyes open, only now realising that they have been closed for god knows how long.

“Yup?” I look around, beginning to recognise the street- we are close to home.

“Just checking, bud, thought you were passing out on me.” I hear Glen laugh and I join in. I’m not usually much of a drinker- I haven’t had a drink in a year but tonight is a special occasion. I just got accepted to fight. That is a pretty big fucking deal to me.

We fall through the front door together and I snort a laugh as I crash into a cabinet in the hallway, causing a loud disturbance to occur. Rushed footsteps come from upstairs and I hear the stairs creak with weight as someone sprints down them.

“Uh oh- here she comes.” I gasp, quite amused with myself. Glen has disappeared into the darkness and I feel my way around the walls as I struggle to manoeuvre my way into the living room. A bright light is turned on and my eyes sting at the sudden exposure. Both Coach and I turn to the doorway and squint at Elizabeth who is responsible for the abrupt outburst of light. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust but when they do I can tell that she isn’t happy. She looks fucking pissed.

She is wearing a thin white tank top with some pink fluffy pyjama pants and I can’t help but notice the stiff peaks poking out from her breasts. I suck in a tight breath and force my gaze to the ground where I observe that her feet are bare… I almost feel bad for waking her.

“Where the hell have you guys been?” She scolds and I take in how soft and tired her eyes are. I hold back an irrational laugh, she looks so funny when she is angry- not one bit intimidating.

“You think this is funny?” She strides towards me and I raise both of my eyebrows, challenging her to continue, “I thought we were getting robbed!” She pokes at my chest and I wave a hand nonchalantly at her before wobbling over to the sofa to sit down. Her eyes watch me before she turns her attention elsewhere.

“And you.” Glen watches as the scene begins to unfold and I can’t help but compare it to a shitty movie I have watched once, “You are drunk. You blew me off for the third time this week and I have school tomorrow!” She yells and I bring my hands up to cover my ears. She is killing my buzz and giving me a fucking headache. I want to say something to her. I want to tell her to stop being such a party pooper and to maybe join in on the fun instead of being a twisted little bitch- but I decide against doing so. For Glen’s sake.

“Look-” Glen slurs and I can tell that Elizabeth is seconds away from ripping his head off, “-go back upstairs. Hunter is going to sleep on the couch and I am going to bed. No biggie. No robbers.” He tries to throw in a joke but Elizabeth isn’t for taking any of his shit. Just as I believe she is going to go ape-shit again she sighs a little too heavily.

“Fine. But if I hear anything else you are out and so are you.” She looks between Glen and I and I shrug my shoulders before casually folding my arms behind my head. Glen sneaks away to his bedroom and I open one of my closed eyes to see Elizabeth still standing in the living room.

“What?” I bite out and she rolls her eyes, picking up a folded blanket she purposely throws it over my face.

“I want you gone before I wake up.” Her voice is cold and I almost flinch at her cold tone, “And don’t think for one second that I have forgotten about your little stunt earlier in the classroom. You are lucky I value my dad’s happiness or I would have thrown your ass to the curb by now.”

“Whatever. Don’t act like you don’t want me here.” I peel the blanket from my face and smirk up at her.

“Don’t be a fucking smartass. I don’t like you, in fact, I fucking despise you. Stop trying to push me because I can and I will shove you back.” The words roll off of her tongue so sharply, like it caused her physical pain to hold them for much longer in her mouth and I remain silent, my mind swirling with drunk thoughts.

Little prick.

She drags her gaze from me and I kick my shoes from my feet so I can lay comfortably on the sofa. Thankfully, it doesn’t take blondie long to fuck off back up the stairs to the protection of her bedroom.

The scent of a flowery perfume fills my nostrils as it beams from the fabric of the blanket folded against my chest and as much as I hate to admit it, it smells really fucking good.

Sleep quickly captivates my drunken mind and before I have any recollection of my day I am sound asleep. Blue eyes stare at me from behind my eyelids and I try to blame the alcohol. Nothing on my mind except…

Guilt.

Since I have multiple chapters already written for Make Me Choose I am going to upload more… so stay tuned! Chapter One and Chapter Two are already up!!

It’s a surprise chapter kind of day! I snuck in a new post for The Day You Walked Into My Life on Wattpad things are taking a dramatic turn for our Olivia and Lucas. What’ll happen next?

wattpad.com/936828961-the-day-you-walked-into-my-life-what-do-you-know

Chapter 8 of The Day You Walked Into My Life is now available on Wattpad!

If you are looking for a romantic story that will tug on your heart strings and take you away from the craziness of the world, this might be the story for you. Take a walk in Olivia’s shoes as she wades into the stormy waters of love, betrayal, and heartbreak.

Check it out now: wattpad.com/story/232207083-the-day-you-walked-into-my-life

I am back with another story! ( This one I WILL FOR SURE FINISH). It’s on Wattpad (as usual) and it’s a dark romantic story! Plus, if you like bad boys this might be just the story for you ;)

If you are interested check it out here: wattpad.com/story/232207083-the-day-you-walked-into-my-life

“All my life I wanted something more than what I had. I wanted action, I wanted adventure, I wanted everything I read in books. More than anything, I wanted romance.

My life is as boring as it gets. Until, that is, I met him.”

For Olivia Matheson, life is pretty decent. She has an okay job as a barista, she has a house of her own, and her pride and joy, Athena, her lovable, yet skittish, cat. She also has one big passion: writing.

But, there is one thing missing from Olivia’s life: love. Being shy, recluse, and awkward, Olivia can’t seem to get the whole dating thing right. As soon as she meets someone, she shuts down entirely, and they usually don’t pursue her any further. Her loneliness is growing, but her standards for meeting someone is right up there in romantic world of books and movies.

Everything changes when she meets Lucas.

Lucas is the new guy in town, with his own haunting past. He’s charming, confident, and adventurous, everything Olivia is not. And yet, he pulls her into his orbit like a sun drawing a planet. Lucas isn’t going to give her up without putting up a fight, and just when Olivia is finally able to break her walls down, Lucas’ past catches up to him.

Olivia wanted a daring life, and Lucas is giving it to her, but when confronted with it, can Olivia handle it? Will her love for Lucas hold out against the darkness of his past?

Party in Heaven

ass pack

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I know he’s bad for me. And that’s how I know he’s good for me.