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Broken Love

Blurb: Claire is the shy girl who has been perfectly content pining away after her crush Trevor for the past four years. That is until her best friend gives her a boost of courage and persuades her to finally talk to him on the last day of school. Trevor is the town's bad boy who always is stirring up trouble, especially with girls. But when he meets Claire, he is finally willing to change but can he let go of his dark past enough to let her in? Will she want him after she finds out how broken he really is?

Target audience: Teens-young adults around 18-21 years old

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"Just go talk to him," my best friend, Heather, said as she jolted me from my thoughts.

I looked at my best friend innocently, "Go talk to who?" I knew very well who Heather was talking about but I wasn't going to let her know that. Partly because she was embarrassed that she had been caught staring at him in the first place. Heather just rolled her eyes at me obviously not buying it.

"Oh please! I have eyes. You have been staring at Trevor Sparks since we sat down. It's painful watching you drool so please just go talk to him." Heather was staring at her with her serious brown eyes. There was no way she was going to back down now. Once Heather saw something as a challenge she would never let up.

I let out a deep breath and looked over at my best friend since grade school. "I wouldn't even know what to say to him. You know I've had a crush on him since the ninth grade!"

"Exactly! That's why you should go talk to him. It's the last day of school, Claire. This is the summer before our senior year. You never know, you might hit it off and then you'll get to spend the whole summer hanging out. You might even have a summer romance." She was looking at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. Heather was a hopeless romantic. She lived for that kind of thing. I just rolled my eyes at her.

"Yeah like that would ever happen. Look at him and look at me. He is the town bad boy full of mystery and I am the town book worm full of boringness. We are complete opposites. It would never work."

"But that's exactly why it would work. Opposites attract remember? Don't sell yourself short. You are one of the kindest smartest girls in this school plus you are very pretty." I just gave her a give me a break kind of look. I was not pretty and Trevor was way out of my league. He was totally gorgeous. He had midnight black hair that flipped to the side so it was slightly in his eyes. And his eyes. Don't even get me started. He had the prettiest sky blue eyes she had ever seen on a guy. I could seriously get lost in eyes like that. He was muscular but not in an athletic way, just in he kept himself in shape kind of way. He had tan skin that said that he spent a lot of time outside. He had that total bad boy vibe going on. He wore a black leather biker jacket every day and just looked like he stepped out of a James Dean movie. He was the broody type as well. I hardly ever saw him smile unless he was laughing at something that his buddies said or did. I had heard a few stories about him around school about how he was a total player but I didn't know if any of them were true. I knew he was known for skipping class a lot and throwing wild parties on he weekends but other than that I had no clue who he was behind his bad boy exterior. As for me, I wasn't all that interesting. I have long brown hair that was straight as a board. I wore it up on most days because it got in my way a lot. I have pretty olive skin and sea green eyes, oh and I was tall. I was the quiet girl type unless you made me mad. I could also be quite sarcastic. Usually I had my head stuck in a book or was working on homework. I only had one best friend and that was Heather. We have been friends since grade school, ever since she invited me to her eighth birthday party. She was the only person that I could be my true self with.

"Look just go up to him and say hi. It's not that hard." She looked at me like it was the easiest thing in the world to talk to the guy I had a crush on for the past three years. I scoffed at her, "yeah that's easy for you to say. You're outgoing and know all the right things to say. I'm not like you." She rolled her eyes at me, "omg just go before I go talk to him for you." She gave me a mischievous smile. I knew that smile. If I didn't do this she was going to embarrass me big time. "alright fine! But if this doesn't go well I'm not speaking to you all summer." I stuck my tongue out at her like a child and slowly made my way over to his lunch table. Before I knew it, I was standing right behind him just staring at the back of his head too scared to say anything. One of his buddies looked up at me and smirked and got Trevor's attention. I was suddenly face to face with this gorgeous creature and all my words left me as his blue eyes grazed over my face with a hint of amusement in them.

"Can I help you with something?" He casually said crossing his arms over his chest. After a few more painful seconds, I finally found my voice.

"Hi, Trevor." I softly said and looked into those sky blue eyes. I was right, I could totally get lost in his eyes and at that moment I was.

"Um hey, " he scratched the back of his head obviously confused. "Do I know you?" He didn't say it in a mean way. He was actually serious. He had no clue who I was. I don't know why but that made me really angry and all my shyness went out the window.

"Do you know me?" I asked incredulously. I laughed sarcastically. "I would think so since I don't know, we have had every class together since the ninth grade." I crossed my arms over my chest waiting for his reply. He looked surprised by my outburst and so did his two best friends, Erik and Carson.

"Whoa I've barely heard her speak before," Carson said.
"I know right, I wasn't sure she could speak," Erik shot back trying to hold back a laugh.

"Guys cool it," Trevor shot them a glare and turned his attention back to me. "I'm sorry if I offended you for not noticing you before but you have my attention now so let's start over shall we?" He stuck out his hand waiting for me to shake it and introduce myself. I just stared at his hand not sure if I should let him off the hook or not. Oh what the hell. I grabbed his hand and shook it firmly. "I'm Claire Parson." I smiled shyly at him. He smiled back, "I'm Trevor Sparks but obviously you already knew that." I rolled my eyes at him and I couldn't help but think how gorgeous he was when he smiled. That was the first time I had ever seen him smile. It suited him.

"So Claire, what are you doing tonight?" Was he about to ask me out? My face reddened at his question and I tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "Um, n-nothing that I know of." My shyness was back.

He smirked at me and his blue eyes lit up. "Great, I'm having an end of school bash at my house tonight. Come. Bring a friend if you want. As long as it's not a guy friend." I was pretty sure that my face was the color of a tomato by now. He didn't say anything else, him and his friends just got up and sauntered off out of the school as the bell rang signaling that school was officially out for the summer.


"What should I wear to this thing?" I asked Heather. I was at home now trying to decide what I should wear to Trevor's party. I didn't know if I should dress casually or if I should try to dress up a little bit.

"Oh I know!" Heather exclaimed clapping her hands. "You should wear that little black cocktail dress that you have in the back of your closet." Was she out of her mind?

"Uh no! Definitely not! That's more your style, not mine. I could never pull that off." I grabbed the dress off the hanger and threw it at her. "Here you try it on."

"Okay if you insist," she sounded aggravated but I could see that she really wanted to try on the dress. While Heather was changing, I rummaged through my closet some more and finally decided on the perfect outfit. A pretty light blue summer dress that came down a little above my knees and I paired it with a pair of white flip flops. There, not too slutty and not too casual either. I was already dressed by the time Heather came out of the restroom. I was right she looked amazing in that dress. It hugged her figure just right and made her look classy where it would have made other girls look like sluts. "See I told you it would look amazing on you."

She beamed at me, "I do look pretty hot huh? Thanks Claire I love it." She gave me a small hug and then looked me over finally noticing my choice of clothes. "You look pretty. You'll definitely turn Trevor's head tonight."

I have myself a once over in my vanity mirror. I had to admit that I looked prettier than usual. I didn't put on much make up. Just some blush, mascara, and lipstick but boy it did wonders. My hair was down for once and it fell down my back in waves since I curled it tonight. I was hoping to capture Trevor's attention.

"You really think he'll notice?"
"I know he will. Now come on we're gonna be late."

Ten minutes later, we were pulling up into Trevor's circular driveway. There was a huge line of cars parked all around it and some parked down the street. As we got out and approached his house, I could hear music thumping and people cheering.

"Wow it sounds crazy in there," Heather said excitedly and pushed through the wooden door. She was right, it was definitely crazy in here. The air was hot and sticky with so many people in the house and it smelled of sweat and alcohol. Some people were dancing in the living room but it looked more like they were just grinding on each other than dancing, there was a couple making out under the stairs, there were a few people huddled up in groups of three or four talking and almost everyone had a red solo cup in their hands with frothy liquid sloshing around and out of it. As we approached the kitchen, I heard loud cheering. There was a crowd gathering around someone with their feet up in the air doing a keg stand. I recognized the person almost immediately. It was Erik, one of Trevor's friends. I just laughed, rolled my eyes, and made my way to the cooler that was positioned beside the refrigerator. I grabbed a soda from it. I had never drank alcohol before and I wasn't about to start now. Heather decided to stay and watch the show so I made my way to the patio outback to get some fresh air. Parties weren't really my thing. They were too loud, I would much rather be curled up at home reading. It took me a few minutes to push through the throng of people before I reached the sliding glass back door. There weren't many people in the backyard. Just a couple in the hot tub making out and a few guys and girls sitting around the pools edge. I had to say the backyard was beautiful. It was closed in by a big wooden fence and there was a canopy of twinkly lights over the whole yard making it have a soft glow.

"Hey you came," I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around and saw Trevor smiling at me softly. He looked more gorgeous than usual. His hair was disheveled like he had run his fingers through it a lot but it only added to his appearance. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt with white cargo shorts. It was a simple outfit but he made it look extraordinary.

"Yeah did you not think I would?" I asked. 

"Honestly no I didn't. You seem like a good girl. Not the type that goes to parties like this." He smirked at me. I just rolled my eyes at him and shook my head, "Haven't you ever heard the saying good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught?" 

"Yes, I have actually but why do I get the feeling that you have never done anything remotely bad in your life? I bet you've never even broken the rules before," he stated and crossed his arms over his chest. 

"Yeah well, some people have their futures to think about before they can just run around breaking all the rules," I stared pointedly at him and crossed my arms over my chest as well. Trevor just smirked at me dangerously, "Rules are meant to be broken, Claire." I shivered at the look on his face as he said my name. I never thought that I would be here actually talking to the guy that I have had a crush on for forever and to feel extremely intimidated. It was no secret that Trevor was the bad boy around town who loved to stir up trouble, but I couldn't help but be intrigued by him. I just rolled my eyes at him and turned towards the door. I really needed to find Heather. 

"Um, I should get back in there and try to find my friend. She doesn't really do well alone," I lied. Heather was probably being the life of the party in there but I needed to not be alone with him right now. I know I have had a crush on him since the ninth grade but it would probably be dangerous for me to actually get involved with him. He was a total player and I really didn't want to set myself up for heartbreak no matter how gorgeous he was or how sweet he was being right now. 

A confused look came over his face. "Oh you mean that sassy little brunette you came in with?" He met Heather already? When? How? "Um, yeah. Her name is Heather and she is my best friend. How do you know her?"

He looked a tad bit uncomfortable right now. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a huff. "She actually directed me out here. She said you were waiting for me to come talk to you, which obviously is not the case. I told my buddy Eric to keep an eye on her so she wouldn't get too crazy. They seemed to be hitting it off before I came outside." He shot me an amused look. Seriously? She told him that I came out here to wait for him? I just needed some fresh air! 

"Oh, yeah um I just came out here to get some fresh air." I was uncomfortable now because I felt like I was just another girl in his little fan club pining away over him, which technically I was but I didn't want him to know that. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Still, I should really go find her. Its getting late and if she gets too drunk, I will be having to take care of her all day tomorrow and she is not very cordial when she is hungover." I didn't wait for his response. I turned around and entered the chaotic house. The music was blaring even louder than before and everyone seemed to be acting a little crazier than before because most of them were completely smashed. Some people were even passed out on the couches or on the floor becoming victims of other drunk people who were drawing funny yet inappropriate drawings on their faces. After pushing my way through the mass of sweaty bodies, I finally found Heather dancing with Eric. She wasn't as drunk as I thought she would be by now. She had her arms around Eric's neck and they were swaying to the beat of the music and talking. She looked really happy as she laughed and looked into Eric's eyes. They were hitting it off pretty well. I tapped my best friend on the shoulder interrupting their conversation and yelled over the music, "I'm ready to go!" She stuck her lip out in a pout, bunched her eyebrows together, and shook her head no. I shot daggers at her. I really wanted to go home and bury myself underneath my covers with a good book. After we had a tiny stare down, Eric piped in. "I can give Heather a ride home later. I haven't had much to drink at all, just a few sips. Trevor can drive you home, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." I looked warily at him not sure if that was the best idea but Heather was giving me a hopeful look and Trevor just shrugged his shoulders like he was down with anything. After a few seconds of thinking about it, I caved. 

"Fine!" I shouted. "But you better take care of my best friend, Eric!" I gave him one of my best death glares and perched my hands on my hips. 

He held up his hands in mock defense and Heather giggled, "Don't worry I will." He stared fondly at Heather and smiled. "Precious cargo." Heather blushed at his compliment and I just rolled my eyes and stalked off towards the door. 

Once outside I made my way to my car. I had drove here tonight and hadn't had anything to drink so I could drive myself home. I didn't need Trevor. 

"Hey Claire, wait up! My car is over here," Trevor called behind me. I turned around and gave him a small smile. "That's okay, I drove my car here plus you've been drinking tonight so I'd feel better driving myself."

His face fell a little bit but then he recovered quickly. Wait, did he actually want to drive me home? "Oh, okay. Cool." He ran his hand through his hair again. I was beginning to think that he only did that when he was nervous. Did I make him nervous? 

"Um, thanks for inviting me out tonight. Parties aren't really my thing but I had fun. I'm glad I came." I shot him a shy smile. I really did have fun talking with him and just being around him. He intimidated me but he also intrigued me and made my heart skip a beat. 

He rewarded me with his charming smile, "I'm glad you came too. Have a nice night, Claire." He turned around to make his way back to the party but then after a few paces he turned back around. "Oh and by the way, you look beautiful tonight." His blue eyes never left mine and a warm feeling washed over me. Did Trevor Sparks just say that I was beautiful? 


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