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Passion (Passion #1)
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Seventeen year old Carissa Sterling has just moved to sleepy Sea Crest to live with her father. She’s not expecting much from the little nowhere town that’s hardly on the map but she’s in for a surprise when she meets Joshua Steele her first day of school.
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I hate this fucking town it sucks my ass, who the fuck wants to live in the damn rain twenty four seven, what the fuck? And what kind of name is Sea Crest for a place with no beach? I think the closest one is like an hour away. At least that’s what it said on Google earth.
My skanky ass mom got herself a new dumber model and now she’s off jetting all the fuck over while I get stuck here with Gomer Pyle. My dad’s a real heel, no wonder Paula fucked him over, mother-fucker was so laid back he was comatose.
What the fuck ever, first of all who the fuck does he think is driving that piece of shit truck out there, not this bitch. And what’s up with that Derrick dude who supposedly fixed the heap, do they not have barber shops in this rinky dink shit hole? What the fuck ever.
First day of school and I’m driving this piece of shit, Michael had put his foot down what the fuck? I haven’t had parental control since the age of six, nobody told me what the fuck to do, he’ll learn that shit real quick though.
None of these hay seed mother fuckers better not make fun of me or I’ll go postal on a mother-fucker, just saying.
Everyone’s buzzing about the new girl, apparently the Captain’s daughter is starting here today, and this is big news. I’ve been going here for four years and don’t recall any out of towners enrolling. This was the first newbie that I’ve heard of.
Well, it had nothing to do with me; I usually didn’t mix with the masses. I’m kind of a nerd but not really, my family says the only thing that saves me from that distinction is my hot as fuck body and my matinee idol looks.
Whatever, I like learning. My brain holds more information than an encyclopedia, I listen to classical music, play piano like a pro and sing like an angel. Add my crazy as fuck golden bronze hair and jade green eyes and fuck, I’m hot if I do say so myself.
The kids around here steered clear of me and my family, because we were rich as Croesus they thought we ought to be stuck up, if they only knew how much my mother would just love to open the gates to our estate and throw wild Barbecue parties for the whole town.
This shit is so fucking lame, what kind of one horse town shit is this? The school is a one story building with other one story buildings scattered around it. First chance I get I’m outta dis bitch, no doubt.
I saw those fuckers checking me out; damn straight I know I look fuck hot. I have my strawberry blonde hair hanging down with its natural bouncy curl which only needed a little help from the hot rollers this morning; and my light brown eyes were outlined to show their best effect. I’d chosen to wear my Prada knee boots with my black skinny jeans and a winter white cashmere sweater that showed off the girls, my diamond studs a little strawberry gloss; lashes all plumed and shit, fuck yeah.
I walked in that bitch like I owned the place; these hayseed fucks were eye fucking me. Why don’t you buy me a drink first mother-fuckers?
Bitches were checking out the new competition, not to worry hoes I don’t do Opie mother-fuckers, okay I don’t do any mother-fuckers but still, just saying.
I checked the direction slip in my hand; I had biology first period, right down this hall.
None of these fucking jerks had the nerve to approach me as I made my way down the hall. I didn’t look left nor right, I don’t check people out, people check me the fuck out.
I found my class and walked in; I gave the douche at the desk my admission slip and sat down at the only available seat. Next to this kid that was looking out the window, he sure had some fucked up hair.
The douche better not call on me to share my life story, I wasn’t down with that kindergarten bullshit, and bitches better stop clocking my ass.
I heard a sniffing sound and turned to see motor head, wait…was he…?
“Mother-fucker why the fuck are you sniffing me?”
Scared little tough girl, please, who does she think she’s fooling? I can see right through her bullshit. If I said boo she’d probably jump a mile in the air. Instead I did something I’d never done inside these walls, I smiled at a girl with interest, not that she’d know, what she saw was probably more like a predator of the wild with a little lamb in his sites.
I ignored her rude ass and opened my book, I saw her out the side of my eye sniffing her hair and sweater, good. Let her wonder if I found her scent offensive or not, then watch her try to please me.