The life of a girl with a bad boy
loses as he struggles to find the words to reply.
d and you are really starting t
astic, that for once in my life I was trying to be
ass will leave me the fuck alone because I want nothing to do with you, » he speaks to m
im, throwing out some witty comeback and storming off like the sassy hero
t-up pe
y something, anything, but then c
urn to be at a
tching me intently, his piercing gaze almo
mething stra
something entirely dif
pat
and grumpy all the
Maybe he's dealing with stuff. Maybe he's got some deep, tragic backstory t
now that I think about it, neither did he around school. Every time I'd seen him stalking the halls, there
ough. He probably wouldn
still want to s
y s
bad memories wash over me - memories I don't want
oying gnat buzzing in his ear, I decide right the
t fail
wo
lightly, not wanting to provoke
I feel. « But because I am living with you, we are going to have to get alo
hten up a little, feeling a tiny pi
ave to get along - or if not th
akes a li
e immediately. You give it space, offer some tuna from a distan
of confusion, like he wasn
d steps back, running a hand thro
tile movement - as my chance to
eps, re
nd casual as I rock back on my he
thread and maybe tell me something abo
me, his scowl deepen
ss o
okay
, Bronte. Ret
my brai
cours
raitorous organ - decides
. Don't say it. Do
ekily, the words tumbling out of my mout
rist's sa
rassing yourself, can you? Honestly,
d deserv
on, his mouth parting slightly like h
er: h
s not a romcom! He's not going to laugh and sweep me i
sly considering throwing
I blurt hastily, cheeks burni
to look back. I hear a low mutter behind me - probably him
oldier returning from the trench
at me, their conversati
ebrow. « Everything
I chirp, way too quickly, giving
mom looks that says this poor child
ediately busy myself with pretending to scroll thr
mpse of Blake stalking down the hallway to
en glance in
erything, I feel a weir
yeah, he
told me to crawl
stil
to be that ang
gh
re's more to Blake Kni