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63: The Carpe Diem
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Kissing the Bad Boy 64: The Wildest Dreams
TAYA's POV : - - - - - One Month Later - - - - - I was staring at my laptop screen in awe — a page full of words was displayed in front of me. Total word count: 500 words. Yes, I, Taya Leigh Williams, had finally completed my college essay. Not to sound narcissistic or anything, but I legit thought that it was a great essay. I got so proud of myself every time I read over it. UCLA's application deadline was last night, and I had sent in my application just in time. I could only hope that UCLA would agree with me on this because they were my first pick. I was sitting outside the guidance counselor's office with nothing much to do, so I started re-reading my essay. Re-reading my college essay got me thinking about how much I'd grown the past year. I started out as nothing but a blank white page, and now, I was full of new experiences and new stories to tell. I guess Taya 2.0 was a successful project after all. I glanced over at the clock on the wall, and the time showed it was al
Kissing the Bad Boy 65: The Waiting Game
- - - - - TWO MONTHS LATER - - - - -BLAKE’s POV :“Thanks for meeting me here,” I said as I rolled down the car’s window.The black SUV parked right next to me also rolled their window down, revealing Danny’s face, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. “No problem,” he said.“You got what I asked?”“It’s all there,” Danny pulled out a big brown envelope and I quickly swiped it from him before anyone in this parking lot might see.“What happened to your face?” I narrowed my eyes at him. Underneath his sunglasses, I could see bruises and cuts all over his face.Danny stifled a laugh and pulled his sunglasses down, revealing the full scale of his wounds. “Underground fighting ring,” he answered. “It’s a fun sport,”Danny used to work as my family’s personal investigator slash bodyguard. Now that he was in his sixties, he decided to retire his muscles, but we could still use his expertise from time to time. This time was no different. For the past two months, he had been spying and finding
Kissing the Bad Boy 66: The Idle Town
TAYA’s POV : “So?” I asked cautiously. “What’s the verdict?” Judah and I were seated on the floor, right in front of the coffee table. I was staring at his face, studying his reaction, and he was reading the college letter he just opened. All around us were ripped envelopes and scrunched up college letters. He had been going through almost all of the UC letters and Cal State letters, and so far, they were all rejections. “Another one bites the dust,” he sighed and scrunched the piece of paper in his hand into a ball before tossing it carelessly to the ground. “We’ll get something,” I said as I put a hand on his knee. “At this rate, I don’t even think community colleges will take me,” he shook his head and raked his hair in frustration. Judah had just read over ten letters of rejection. And even though some of them were expected, getting rejected by something was always hard. “They will. There’s no way they won’t,” I said reassuringly. Community colleges had about 100 percent ac
Kissing the Bad Boy 67: The Good Grief
TAYA's POV : I had to do a double look to make sure that it was in fact Blake Harrison, standing right in front of me. In front of Judah's house out of all places. I was so shocked to see him, but the craziest thing was that he wasn't even surprised at all to see me. It was like he was already expecting me to be there. "Hey," he said calmly. "Uh... hi,” I stammered. I looked around to see that he was alone. Judah and his bike was already gone. “W—what are you doing here?" "I came to find you,” he replied. “How’d you know I’d be here?” “I was following you, all through the town," he explained, pausing for a beat as he said, "Can we talk?" "Following me all around town? That's kind of creepy, Blake," I narrowed my eyes at him and held onto the door. "No, actually that's just plain creepy," If Blake was trying anything funny, I was ready to slam the door shut at any moment. But he wasn’t doing anything. He just let out a sigh and said, "Yeah. I guess you can say I'm desperate. I
Kissing the Bad Boy 68: The Mortal Enemy
BLAKE’s POV : The first time I heard that I might have brother was when I was seven years old. My little sister, Stephanie, was only three, so she didn't know what was happening. Mom and dad would argue day and night about it, and I’d give Stephanie my headphones so she could listen to some music. Meanwhile, I sneaked out of my room and hid by the stairwell to hear what they were arguing about. “That kid is an abomination to our family’s good name!” mom spat angrily. “You need to do something, James, or you’re gonna lose us,” “Well, what do you want me to do?” dad groaned in frustration. “You need to get rid of them,” “How?” he scoffed. “He’s not a fucking baby, the boy is seven years old,” “Seven years?” mom shook her head and raised a hand up. “He’s as old as our Blake. So it’s been going on for that long?” Dad opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, but he stopped himself. Meanwhile, my mom started wailing and crying. Dad let out a sigh and pulled her into his arms, mu
Kissing the Bad Boy 69: The Saving Grace
TAYA's POV : My head was spinning as Ava's words and stories wouldn't leave me be... "We all know that James Harrison owns half the island. He's got a monopoly on all the businesses here and Max didn't like that. James wasn't even from Hawaii. He moved in here and he started buying out lands, establishing big businesses, and driving out small local shops. Max hated it, especially when Castro's was starting to get hit. Max had been plotting his schemes to take down James Harrison for as long as I could remember. But James is the most powerful man on the island, there was no way a small-time criminal like Max could get to him. But that all changed when we met Judah," As she was talking, I could picture it happening in my head. Judah came back after years of being away from Hawaii and he met up with Max, the one guy that took his side when nobody else did. "What Max did was pretty shitty. But I've done some pretty shitty things too. And at the end of the day, we have each other's bac
Kissing the Bad Boy 70: The Heart Crimes
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Kissing the Bad Boy 71: The Gone Guy
TAYA's POV : "You're dead to me!" Judah growled as he lifted the gun in his hand, aiming straight for his father's heart. There were so much anger and hatred in his eyes. All that bitterness that he was harboring finally took its toll on him. Meanwhile, Mr. Harrison could only look up at his son in fear as he begged for his life. "Jaden, please, I never meant to hurt you. I... love you," "Love?” Judah scoffed mockingly and the gun clicked. “Nice try, but you're dead to me," Mr. Harrison was shaking in terror. He knew his time was up. With a cold and stoic look on his face, Judah pulled the trigger. "No!" I screamed. And all of a sudden, I wasn't watching Judah aim the gun at his father's heart anymore—he was aiming the gun at me. At my heart! * BANG! * The loud booming voice echoed in my ear and I jerked up immediately. I thought I'd have fallen to the floor or something, but the next thing I saw was my bedroom wall and that I was sitting on my bed. It was just a dream... On
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