Novel & Cerita Teenage Dirtbag Style

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

I stash snacks in my duffel bag like contraband just to get through the weekends there. Inside, the music hits like a punch to the chest. Bass booming, voices raised, laughter echoing off the marble floors. The air smells like weed, beer, expensive perfume. Everything about the party is polished and perfect—just like the kids who go to this school. Their trendy clothes, flawless skin, and the way they carry themselves like they’ve never had to worry about anything real. It’s like walking into a catalog I was never meant to be in. I’ve got my jeans, a black tee, purple streaks tucked under my cap. I’m not here to impress anyone. I don’t even know why I came, except for one reason I can’t seem

Odd. "You see Trashbag. You hurt the three people that in such a short time, they have become my world." I hear his voice. My intel told me he was an immature, wanna-be bad boy with issues surrounding his pack hierarchy. "And who would that be?" I smirk, hearing his breath become ragged from a few trees away from my border. A moment of silence for dramatics. "Ohhhh. You mean that sorry excuse of a whore and those wretched little pups." I chuckle. The ragged breathing is getting heavier, deeper, and more strained.

I tried to shield the front of my body with my hands as heat traveled to my cheeks. "Drop your hands and spread your legs," Caleb said in a hoarse voice. "Don't ever cover your body; you look perfect," Colton chirped in. I dropped my hands slowly, standing there unable to meet either of their eyes while they stared at me like I was art on display. Caleb was the first to undo the zipper of his pants. Colton followed suit. The two boys, standing a few feet away from each other, started stroking themselves.

“Maybe I just want a little attention. Perhaps, I just want someone to love and care for me.” “Celeste...” I hesitate. “Be a good girl for me and make Daddy proud. No more alcohol or parties. Promise me you’ll stop being so wild and focus on your education.” “On one condition.” She adds. “What?” I have a feeling I already know. “Fuck me.” “No.” I snap. “I won’t fuck my best friend’s daughter. It’s not right.”