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She’s the only girl he's ever loved.
They’d grown up together, and in the public eye being with each other would be wrong… forbidden even.
But that didn’t stop him from wanting her.
He knew he wasn’t good for her. He partied too hard and got into far too many fights.
But despite that… Rebel wasn’t going to stop until he made Rosie his in all ways.
He's the only boy she's ever loved.
They called him Rebel, and the nickname suited him well.
She called him family. Although that’s not how she’d started seeing him.
Rosie's known Rebel nearly her entire life, and although they were opposites in all things, she just knew they were meant to be together.
But his self-destruction might be the very thing that kept them apart.
She just didn’t know if crossing those lines and telling Rebel how much she loved him would bring them closer together, or ultimately tear them further apart.
Note:This was perviously published under the same title. Although it’s been re-edited and re-covered, the story itself is the same.
ChapterOne
“Chug. Chug. Chug.”
“Suck it down.”
“Rebel is a fucking maniac.”
Everyone chanted, and Rebel wasn’t going to disappoint, not because he cared about the people around him, but because he needed the liquor to help numb the shit he had inside of him, the emotions he’d prefer to keep buried down.
He wanted to be numb, wanted to feel only that pleasurable rush of intoxication claim him.
Rebel held the beer can over his head, had his mouth around the hole he’d made at the bottom of it, and popped the tab on top. He sucked down the alcohol as it rushed into his mouth, not even breathing as he swallowed.
Once the last drop slid down his throat he pulled the can away and tossed it aside. Everyone cheered and chanted for him to do another one.
Hell, he did another one because he wanted to, because he wanted to not think about anything that mattered.
The party that was currently being held was in a field behind an abandoned piece of property. The cops either didn’t come out this way, or they didn’t give a shit about some high school seniors fucking around and getting shitfaced in the middle of nowhere.
This was usually where the parties were held—well, the badass and chaos filled ones at least.
The feeling of someone running their hand down his arm had Rebel looking behind him and seeing Rebecca, one of the girls from school, grinning up at him. He’d never fucked her, but he knew she wanted to pretty damn badly.
She was too desperate, maybe thinking she could “change” him, or make him “settle down”. Or maybe she just wanted the bad boy in school on her arm. Whatever her reasoning was, he’d never stick his dick in her.
