Description
Juliette Clifford was an average teenage girl. Had average grades and two not so average friends. She lived her live existing. Always the girl at the back of the classroom. Never in the spotlight. But it stilled pained to see Luke Hemmings, her ex childhood best friend everyday stare at her with blank eyes. She had never really lived, but had always wanted some thrill in her day to day lifestyle. That thrill shows up at her doorstep with a suitcase and one shitty personality. Follow Juliette's journey which includes, lustful kisses, harsh words, and loads of sarcasm. _ I heard the tapping of at boot against the tile. "You're weak." Said and oh so recognizable voice. I glanced up with watery eyes, blinking back tears, my arms still wrapped around my knees. Dishevelled blonde hair, worn leather jacket and black skinny jeans, ripped at the knees. Legs crossed causally and slouched against the wall of lockers, examining me with judging, harsh blue eyes and a black hoop on his lower lip. Luke Hemmings was his name. And a agnostic asshole he was. "Ya, well it seems I'm out of practice in defending myself, seeing as you used to do it for me." I felt a bruise start to form on jaw where I had been hit. He gave me a scrutinized look and walked down the corridor after Michael.a
Chapter 1
