Bad Habit - Brett Talbot

HELP ME PLS

thank you all so much for your support through your votes, comments and adding this book into the library. i never in a million years thought that this shitty ass book could be liked by this many people. 

BUT i have a problem.

the reason why this hasn't been updated in ages is cause i have had a massive writers block. i have no idea what to write to continue with this story. i feel like i made a massive dead end in the last chapter and am having trouble coming up with someone else to write. 

SO I AM ASKING FOR HELP FROM YOU

i am going to leave down below what i have written for the new chapter and please if you have any ideas or absolutely anything to do with this book PLEASE message me. 

i know how incredibly bad this is but i want to see what other things i can put into this to help it flow and to CURE my writers block.

once again thank you all so much for all the love and support, it has not gone unnoticed. although i may not write back to comments and stuff like that i am incredibly appreciative of it all. everytime you vote, comment or add this book into your library i get this overwhelming feeling of happiness knowing that at least someone likes my stuff.

i am so dumbfounded that people actually read my stuff considering how cringe some of the stuff ive written in this book is. just my extrememly limited vocab and very poorly written sentences is enough to make me wanna throwup lol.

I LOVE YOU ALL <3 <3

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Belle

What just happened? I don't understand why Brett is mad at me. I get that he feels like he is at fault here and that it is his job to protect everyone but come on, he can't be serious. It is impossible to prevent everything that has happened! A knock on my bedroom door startles me from my thoughts and in walks Malia.

"I heard what happened downstairs, Belle," She lays down on my bed next to me.

"He could not have been serious when he said he could have prevented half of the things that has happened! It is impossible for a werewolf, let alone a human to have known that I was going to be kidnapped, my sister was going to be killed and that Peter was the one to appoint who was going to be the crazy maniac to kill anyone with a supernatural ability for money!" I drop down onto my bed letting my body bounce on it as I stare at the roof.

"He's only over reacting because he cares about you," She says while repeating my actions and dropping down next to me. "I know that I've been lost in a forest for 90% of my life but you gotta trust me on this Belle, just talk to him, without getting angry." Malia's right. When Stiles went psycho and was killing everyone I took the blame for it because I felt that I could have done something to stop it because I cared about him. I shoot up from the bed, grab my phone, and shoot him a quick text telling him to meet me at the park.

"Thanks, Malia!" I shout at as I sprint out the door of the house and to the park.

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My fingers continue to fiddle with each other as I wait for Brett to arrive. He doesn't live that far away. It's a ten-minute walk max so he can't be that far away. I take a quick glance again at my phone, 6:17 pm. I left at 6. Maybe he isn't coming. Disappointment fills me as the realisation that Brett isn't coming begins to become reality. I shouldn't have come down to him so hard, he just cares about me and I went right off at him. I jump the small distance of the ledge I was on at the park and start walking home.

"Hey Brett, I know this is probably the millionth time I've left you a voicemail and I know you are probably still mad at me but please call me or text me or I don't know send me a written letter or something because I want to apologise for being so rude to you. You just care about me and I'm not used to having someone so protective of me. Anyway, I h-"

Before I could finish the voicemail the phone interrupts me by ending it. A loud sigh leaves my lips. I fucked up badly this time. The one good thing I have in my life that makes me happy, I fucked up. Why do I always do this? As soon as something good comes into my life, I get scared and mess it up. This is a constant cycle that is played over and over again.

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"Belle." My name is said in a short and sharp tone.

"Bella." It is now sung.

"Arabelle!" This time, it was screamed right into my ear. "Wake up! We have to go to school!" My eyes cautiously open and are met with Stiles Stilinski inches from my face with an over-enthusiastic smile.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you" I groan to him.

"You wouldn't watch the Star Wars Marathon with me, so yes, I am enjoying this." I roll my eyes.

"Are you seriously waking me up," I begin, quickly glancing at my clock on the wall ", 6:45 in the morning, screaming in my face then making the first thing I see today your grin looking like a mad psycho?"

"I guess so-" before Stiles even let out another stupid word out of his mouth, I hit him in the face making him tumble back from his previous sitting position. I guess you could say I am not much of a morning person. "Whatever, I am leaving in a half 'n' hour, so be ready."

"Kiss my ass" the words come out as a mumble as he walks out of my room. No words could describe how much I despise mornings. However, usually I can tolerate them because Stiles isn't much of a morning person either, but this morning he was especially irritating because he is still pissed that I went straight to bed after dinner instead of watching the stupid Star Wars Marathon.

When I got home I was pretty upset about the whole Brett thing. I know it is my fault but it's just hard coming to the realisation that we probably won't ever get back together. I've always had a hard time creating friendship's let alone relationships, especially after the whole abusive parent's thing.

After I wallow in my own self-pity for a little more longer I get up and don't even bother having a shower when I see I have fifteen minutes left. Deciding that wearing a tight grey singlet, one of Stiles plaid button-ups over the top, denim shorts and my fading white converse is all the effort I can put into my outfit today, I grab my bag hoping to God everything is in there and make my way to Stiles' car.