So Bad Novels & Stories

On our sixth anniversary, my girlfriend Emily Spencer's childhood friend, Dante Randall, pulls out a "Model Boyfriend Scorecard". He throws an arm around her shoulders. "Em's too trusting. A guy says a few sweet words, and she falls for it, so I need to screen them for her. After all, nobody knows men better than a man." Emily doesn't object. She just sighs. "My mom picked the wrong guy in the past. I'm not making the same mistake." From that day on, every single thing I do ends up on that scorecard. When Dante calls Emily in the middle of the night to pick him up from a bar, I offer to drive her because I'm worried. Dante looks me right in the eye and writes, "Tails his girlfriend ever

God, I feel so shitty I rubbed my forehead as more thoughts danced around it, and I hated it, I hated it so damn much, I hated being this confused, and I really fucking hated everything, cause it felt like he was some kind of sacrificial lamb to me, and in the end, today became the most worst day of my entire life, so worst that a part of me died when I heard my phone made a notification sound.

I roll my eyes. " Would it be bad if I wished they never get married." I mutter and bite my thumbnail. Roxie burst into laughter, including Tanner. " Definitely won't be bad. They are the worst couple in history. Caleb is an asshole full of shit. And Regina is a waste of pre cum and a total loser." Roxie says and I laugh. God I missed this. " Let's forget about Regina and her dipshit boyfriend. How's Anderson, Lauren?" Roxie asks.

Read me, stupid!

I respect him for that, so I turn to him. “Gerard, Sabine. Why is she still unconscious?” I make sure to lace my voice with a bit of concern, make sure my expression is one of the same. “I should ask you, huh. Have you even been letting her eat you bastard! She’s skin and bone!” Sabine shouts at me, her teeth elongate and tears in her eyes. “I have, she just has been throwing up every evening. I can’t help she can’t stomach Spanish food.” I keep my tone short, my annoyance about the situation leaking into it.

Badar said “Badar you can’t call yourself horrible just because you felt jealous of John, it’s normal to feel that” Badar shakes his head “I’m not talking about that. Did you know that I used to get nightmares in which I would hear people screaming? I used to think that it was from a memory of the day mom died, well imprisoned. They went away when I met you, but when I thought you had died they returned again. Now I think they are the screams of people whose families I have hurt. I have done so many horrible and unforgiving things that even thou you have returned, the screams still won’t go away” Badar said as a single tear fell from his eye.