Leigh-Anne Smiths: Black & White, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ''You're watching your back...like you can't relax. You try to be cool, you look like a fool to me...'' Sighing deeply, I mindlessly tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the aged Avril Lavigne song. For some odd reason, it seemed rather soothing on this moody Monday morning. In no way was I Avril's biggest fan, but I definitely enjoyed this song. Okay, you got me! Maybe one or two other songs too. You can't really blame me for it, though! If you grew up with 'sk8er boi' blasting through your speakers, you'd understand where I'm coming from. The inner discussions about Avril's songs were slowly drowned out by flashbacks of last night. Images of my mother lecturing me flooded my sleepy mind as I listened to the song. The lyrics always seemed to fit my life perfectly. Last night, mother dearest and I had yet another screaming match. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Just my beloved mother and I, gnawing away at the last pieces of our almost non-existent mother-daughter relationship. I had a wonderful evening, to say the least.