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Beautiful Disaster

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His eyes lost focus. It was just you. I'm impulsive, and hot tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else.

You act like you hate me one minute, and then need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don't deserve you I love you more than I loved anyone or anything ever.

When you're around, I don't need booze, or money, or the fighting, or the one-night stands He stomped toward me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.

He looked at my lips, panting. Go home. You're my home. The love of my life will be a women with my last name.

I was scared when you left me after Vegas. I was scared when I thought I was going to have to tell my dad that Trent had died in that building.

But when I saw you across the flames in the basement I was terrified. I made it to the door, was a few feet from the exit, and I couldn't leave.

Are you crazy? I turned around, made my way to that room you were in, and there you were. Nothing else mattered. I didn't even know if we would make it out or not, I just wanted to be where you were, whatever that meant.

The only thing I'm afraid of is a life without you, Pigeon. When our mouths parted, I smiled. We're forever.

A wide smile stretched across his face, making his dimple sink into his cheek. You're trying to save him and he's hoping you can.

You two are a disaster. When it's good, Kara His eyebrows pulled in and he stopped dancing. Second of all, I wanted to sleep with you.

He smiled, triumphant. Until he'd met me. Back up off her! His stern expression melted into a smile at the sight my shirt, and then he dabbed my face with a towel.

It looks good on you. God, I love you! America followed me into my dorm room and then sneered at my roommate, Kara.

I immediately peeled off the bloody cardigan, throwing it into the hamper. Where have you been? I looked to America, who shrugged. Less than a minute later, my cell phone chimed.

Per her usual, America texted me seconds after we had said goodbye. Kara nodded with indifference and then looked down to the mess of books on her bedspread.

Some of them had been at the fight, but no one mentioned my ringside experience. Shepley nodded, and America and I both turned to see Travis take a seat at the end of the table.

He was followed by two voluptuous bottle-blondes wearing Sigma Kappa Ts. Before the girl could say another word, Travis let his knees give way, sending her tumbling to the floor.

You need to find another lap, Lex. Travis turned his attention to his plate, ignoring her. She looked at her sister and huffed, and they left hand in hand.

Travis winked at America, and, as if nothing had happened, shoveled another bite into his mouth.

It was then that I noticed a small cut on his eyebrow. He traded glances with Shepley and then began a conversation with one of the football guys across from him.

Although the crowd at the lunch table had thinned, America, Shepley and I lingered to discuss our weekend plans.

Travis stood up to leave but stopped at our end of the table. I tried to ignore him for as long as possible, but when I looked up, Travis was staring at me.

Travis smiled at me in what I assumed was his most charming expression. He oozed sex and rebelliousness with his buzzed brown hair and tattooed forearms, and I rolled my eyes at his attempt to lure me in.

You ruined her sweater. Travis spun the empty chair beside me and sat, resting his arms in front of him.

What is it? I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him. I glanced up at America and then turned to Travis.

Travis Maddox. Your eyes keep wiggling around. Travis feigned offense. A smile. Shepley threw a french fry at his cousin.

A few more girls followed behind him, giggling and running their fingers through their hair to get his attention. He opened the door for them, and they nearly squealed in delight.

America laughed. America nodded and he shook his head. Do I look like one of the Barbie twins to you? Consider yourself warned.

America waved, leaving with Shepley as I walked to my afternoon class. I squinted in the bright sun, gripping my backpack straps.

Eastern was exactly what I hoped it would be, from the smaller classrooms to the unfamiliar faces.

It was a new start for me; I could finally walk somewhere without the whispers of those who knew—or thought they knew—anything about my past.

I was as indistinguishable as any other wide-eyed, overachieving freshman on the way to class; no staring, no rumors, no pity or judgment. Only the illusion of what I wanted them to see: cashmered, no-nonsense Abby Abernathy.

I sat my backpack on the floor and collapsed into the chair, bending down to fish my laptop from my bag. When I popped up to set it on my desk, Travis slid behind the next desk.

He chewed on the pen in his mouth and smiled, undoubtedly his most charming. I shot a disgusted look at him. A small group of girls were staring at me, and I noticed an empty chair in the center.

Travis leaned so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. You should give up, now. I just wanna hang out.

How do you ever get laid talking like that? A residual smile lingered on his face, making the dimple in his cheek sink in.

Beautiful Disaster Beautiful Disaster Hier wird der Frau vorgeschrieben, was sie anziehen soll, weil sie zu sexy rumläuft. Hier wäre weniger auch mehr gewesen. Dort trifft The Masked Singer Germany auf Travis, den Herzensbrecher schlechthin. Abby aka Lucky 13 hat so viel Glück wie auch Pech. ISBN: Love it. Kurzmeinung: Hat mich leider nicht mitgerissen, war aber trotzdem eine schöne Liebesgeschichte. Patricia Blanco Abgenommen the other girls he gets with have such Dreckiger Dan standards that they are desperate for him Super Hero Squad the fact he clearly doesn't know what he's doing?????? Weitere Bewertungen einblenden Weniger Bewertungen einblenden. Die Geschichte um Abby und Travis hat mich in ihren Bann gezogen und ich wollte immer wissen, wie es weiter geht und war gespannt, Good Witch Deutsch Beautiful Disaster zusammen Summersby Film oder nicht.

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Auch dieses ständige Hin und Her mit Travis war etwas mühsam. Travis ist genau der Typ, den Abby nie haben wollte. DrunkenCherry vor einem Jahr. Beautiful Disaster Travis feigned offense. America pointed the remote at the television and switched Johnny Depp News on. Own it. I was inspired to create this clothing line for women like you… women who fought hard when the odds were stacked against them. I tried to ignore him for as long as possible, but when I looked up, Travis was staring at me.

America called my name from somewhere in the back, but I was mesmerized by the trail of red from my chest to my waist.

A pair of heavy black boots stepped in front of me, diverting my attention to the floor. My eyes traveled upward; jeans spattered with blood, a set of finely chiseled abs, a bare, tattooed chest drenched in sweat, and finally a pair of warm, brown eyes.

I was shoved from behind, and Travis caught me by the arm before I fell forward. Back up off her! His stern expression melted into a smile at the sight my shirt, and then he dabbed my face with a towel.

It looks good on you. God, I love you! America followed me into my dorm room and then sneered at my roommate, Kara.

I immediately peeled off the bloody cardigan, throwing it into the hamper. Where have you been? I looked to America, who shrugged.

Less than a minute later, my cell phone chimed. Per her usual, America texted me seconds after we had said goodbye. Kara nodded with indifference and then looked down to the mess of books on her bedspread.

Some of them had been at the fight, but no one mentioned my ringside experience. Shepley nodded, and America and I both turned to see Travis take a seat at the end of the table.

He was followed by two voluptuous bottle-blondes wearing Sigma Kappa Ts. Before the girl could say another word, Travis let his knees give way, sending her tumbling to the floor.

You need to find another lap, Lex. Travis turned his attention to his plate, ignoring her. She looked at her sister and huffed, and they left hand in hand.

Travis winked at America, and, as if nothing had happened, shoveled another bite into his mouth. It was then that I noticed a small cut on his eyebrow.

He traded glances with Shepley and then began a conversation with one of the football guys across from him. Although the crowd at the lunch table had thinned, America, Shepley and I lingered to discuss our weekend plans.

Travis stood up to leave but stopped at our end of the table. I tried to ignore him for as long as possible, but when I looked up, Travis was staring at me.

Travis smiled at me in what I assumed was his most charming expression. He oozed sex and rebelliousness with his buzzed brown hair and tattooed forearms, and I rolled my eyes at his attempt to lure me in.

You ruined her sweater. Travis spun the empty chair beside me and sat, resting his arms in front of him.

What is it? I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him. I glanced up at America and then turned to Travis.

Travis Maddox. Your eyes keep wiggling around. Travis feigned offense. A smile. Before the girl could say another word, Travis let his knees give way, sending her tumbling to the floor.

You need to find another lap, Lex. Travis turned his attention to his plate, ignoring her. She looked at her sister and huffed, and then they left hand in hand.

Travis winked at America, and as if nothing had happened, shoveled another bite into his mouth. It was then that I noticed a small cut on his eyebrow.

He traded glances with Shepley, and then began a conversation with one of the football guys across from him.

Although the lunch table had thinned, America, Shepley and I lingered to discuss our weekend plans. Travis stood up to leave, but stopped at our end of the table.

I tried to ignore him for as long as possible, but when I looked up, Travis was staring at me. Travis smiled at me in what I assumed was his most charming expression.

He oozed sex and rebelliousness with his buzzed, brown hair and tattooed forearms, and I rolled my eyes at his attempt to lure me in.

You ruined her sweater. Travis spun the empty chair beside me and sat, resting his arms in front of him. What is it? I took a bite of the last apple spear on my plate, ignoring him.

I glanced up at America, and then turned to Travis. Travis Maddox. Your eyes keep wiggling around.

Travis feigned insult. A smile. Shepley threw a french fry at his cousin. A few more girls followed behind him, giggling and running their fingers through their hair to get his attention.

He opened the door for them, and they nearly squealed in delight. America laughed. America nodded and he shook his head.

Do I look like one of the Barbie twins to you? Consider yourself warned. America waved, leaving with Shepley as I walked to my afternoon class.

I squinted one eye from the bright sun, gripping my backpack straps. Eastern was exactly what I hoped it would be; from the smaller classrooms to the unfamiliar faces.

It was a new start for me; I could finally walk somewhere without the whispers of those who knew—or thought they knew—anything about my past.

I sat my backpack on the floor, and collapsed into the chair, bending down to fish my laptop from my bag. When I popped up to set it on my desk, Travis fell into the next desk.

He chewed on a pen and smiled, undoubtedly his most charming. I shot a disgusted look at him. A small group of girls were staring at me, and I noticed an empty chair in the center.

Travis leaned so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. You should give up, now. I just wanna hang out. How do you ever get laid talking like that?

A residual smile lingered on his face, making the dimple in his cheek sink in. The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.

Travis grinned and relaxed into his chair. As the hour progressed, he alternated between yawning and leaning against my arm to look at my monitor.

I made a concentrated effort to ignore him, but his proximity and the muscles bulging from his arm made it difficult. He picked at the black leather band around his wrist until Chaney dismissed us.

I hurried out the door and down the hall. Just when I felt sure I was a safe distance, Travis Maddox was at my side. I paused, recoiling from her sugary tone, and then walked around her.

She babbled in a higher octave for a bit longer until he was next to me once again. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he lit a cigarette and blew out a thick cloud of smoke.

Oh yeah I rounded the corner to see America standing with Finch outside our dormitory. His round eyes offset his long, lean features, and his bleached hair was usually fashioned into a spike at the front.

Jesus, Abby, since when did you start fishing in the deep end? America pulled the gum from her mouth in a long string. Sleep with him?

He promised to quit bugging me if I said yes. You look homeless! My hair was piled on top of my head in a messy bun. The idea had come to me hours before that either way, unattractive was the best plan.

Ideally, Travis would be instantly turned off and stop his ridiculous persistence. If he was looking for a buddy, I was aiming for too homely to be seen with.

America rolled down her window and spit out her gum. Shepley opened the door, laughing as I walked in. America followed Shepley into his room.

The door closed and I stood alone, feeling out of place. I sat in the recliner closest to the door, and kicked off my flip flops.

I was inspired to create this clothing line for women like you… women who fought hard when the odds were stacked against them. The idea came to me after I lost a dear relative in a car accident.

I realized life is too short to not go after your dreams and create a life that you truly love. My struggle started at a young age, raised by a single mom and knowing what it was like to be poor.

I learned to work hard, to push myself out of my comfort zone, and do what I had to do to get ahead.

Nobody was going to save me. Nobody was going to give me an easy life. I survived bad relationships, bad jobs, bad finances….

And so I finally worked up the courage to quit my job and go all in with Beautiful Disaster. Fashion should be steeped in meaning and purpose. Thousands of women just like you have proudly joined the Beautiful Disaster community.

Shop our store and join our private community where we share our struggles and triumphs in a supportive and encouraging space. Every garment we source, every design we create, every decision we make is aimed at empowering our loyal tribe of women.

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