Married to the Bad Boy (17 page)

Authors: Letty Scott

BOOK: Married to the Bad Boy

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I knew from the beginning I didn't marry Brandon out of love, nor because I liked him. Truth be told, in the beginning, I couldn’t care less about who he was. I had married the bad boy for protection. He had kept me safe from the harmful world around me, but in the matter of time we had fallen in love. The only problem with that love was it brought great danger into our lives. But now there was no danger, leaving us in this state of peace. I hoped that one day, I wouldn’t marry the bad boy for protection, but because I was truly, madly, deeply in love with him.

But right now was all that mattered. I was at this very moment with him, my lips locked onto his, and I was wrapped in the safety of his embrace.

The End

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When I say I am nobody, I mean it literally. It was as though I was completely invisible. People run into me or just don't acknowledge my presence. Or if they do, they just look down at me. It's pretty basic. I'm quiet. I do my work and try to stay out of trouble. But that doesn't mean that trouble doesn't find me.

I saw it flying toward me at high speed, but it was too fast for my mind to gather what was happening. It soared towards me, connecting with my head. I went flying backwards and landed on my butt painfully. I lay, sprawled on the hard gym floor, completely winded.

Laughter erupted around me, causing my cheeks to flood with heat. I just wanted to die from embarrassment. Finally, I think someone realised I was practically dead on the floor and came over. I heard the ascending footsteps come to a halt beside my head. Rotating my head around, I stared up at them, trying to not look as shocked as I felt.

"You all right, Emma?" The teacher asked while chewing gum loudly. I was afraid it was going to drop and land on my face.

"I'll live." I replied, smiling weakly.

I slowly scrambled to my feet. Black dots danced across my vision and my head was pounding painfully. Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let any shed. I plastered a false smile and continued to just stand there, avoiding everyone and the flying balls. My goal: stay out of the way and pretend I don’t exist.

One of those girls, yeah, you know the type—the ones who think they know everything and that they’re better than you in every way—snickered at my humiliation. She turned and began babbling to her group of followers, not being subtle at all that the topic of conversation revolved around me. They all glanced my way, laughing.

"Could you be any less obvious?" I snapped.

The realisation that I'd spoken like that to the 'It' girls dawned on me, and I shut my mouth pretty quickly. I scuttled away into the change rooms, murmuring something about a drink, which was an excuse to save myself from getting another ball to the head.

I sank down onto the bench in misery, burying my head into my hands.

What a glorious life I had..

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