BOOK ONE OF THE "BROKEN" SERIES
"He looked like Heaven. She felt like Fire."
Blaise Nightshade. A small, feisty, and vulgar high schooler with a rocky past and no future. She hides behind her snarky attitude and sexual innuendos to hide from the fac...
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Applesauce~ Sam.Sts
~B A B Y G I R L~ "Did I tell you that you look ravishing today?"
SAINT TAKES a large sip of water, trying to wash away the nerves he feels. His first ever basketball game in the US is about to start in less than ten minutes and he's more nervous than he's ever been. Usually his team would be able to calm him down with their confidence and jokes, but this team is different. No one is making jokes, hyping the team up, or just having enough confidence that everyone starts to feed off of it. It doesn't help that everyone in the crowd seems to be there because there's nothing else to do, not like they want to be here.
This is gonna be a shit show. Saint thinks bitterly.
"Saint!" He hears a familiar voice call for him.
The tall boy looks up from his spot on the bench. When he sees his girl waving to him with a large smile on her face, he feels his heart swell.
She came.
He watches as Blaise hops down the bleachers adorably, looking amazing in her outfit. Her hair is in a messy bun, little hairs framing her face. She has on silver hoop earrings and is wearing a few chains around her neck. Her face has minimal makeup on it, but the pink lip gloss makes him want to kiss her lips even more. However her outfit surprises him slightly. She's wearing a black, lacy top with a sweetheart neckline and thin straps, a black and white plaid, oversized button-up over that that she left open, some light wash jeans that were ripped only at the knees, and some AF1s. Not to mention the new tiny, black, leather backpack she's carrying on her shoulder. He isn't used to seeing her in such clothing. She usually only wears clothes that cover her physique— for the most part anyway.
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Blaise's outfit.
"Hey sweetheart!" She greets happily.
"Hey Blaise," he greets, slightly stunned by the beauty on her face. He's never seen her so happy before. Maybe she likes basketball?
