I've always been the first to do everything. Get my braces off, get my drivers' permit, have a crush, have a boyfriend, get straight A's play an instrument. First to get grounded, first to be kept home. In our small friend group, Charlie, Bella, and I, I've always been the adventurous one, the rebel.
That doesn't mean much in our case. The worst thing I've done is sneak out of the house or hold a boy's hand at school (that was in eighth grade so it doesn't matter). We all follow the rules to some extent. Sure I like to party, but not pass out and get hungover and fail my calc quiz kind of party.
I didn't know what I was getting into with Andrew Hyde. I thought being with a boy would be cute texts where he'd call me pretty, and people would point at us in the hallway and say "Oh, yeah, they're talking." I thought it was secret hugs when no-one was watching, little things that'd turn bigger. That's what it's always been with every guy I've gotten with
Nope, that's not it. That's not what happens when you get with someone like that.
I've always been the impulsive kind. I used to think it was quirky, gave me charm. Now I'm regretting what it's got me into.
This is the story of me and a crazy, Shawn Mendes-headass, wild-child
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Hyde in Flames
Romance"We really need to stop doing this." "Don't make me laugh. You love it." "That may be, but I have a bio quiz in ten minutes and I don't need hickeys all on me as I walk in there." "Awn, come on." "I swear to God..."
