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♡| Crushing on you without knowing it...
You decided to cut through a ghetto neighborhood. Bad choice fella.
A lawman's son and an outlaw...
The school's feared girl has a crush?
A tough girl and a very clumsy boy fall in love; who would have thought that love could change Maya—a cold and rugged girl who does whatever it takes to get her son ahead.
She walks like the ground owes her something. A tough girl doesn’t move quickly unless she chooses to—her stride is steady, deliberate, boots hitting pavement with a quiet authority. Her shoulders are relaxed but squared, posture straight not because she’s trying to impress anyone, but because she refuses to shrink for the world. There’s a subtle tension in the way she carries herself, like a coiled spring—controlled strength rather than reckless aggression. Her face tells stories before she ever opens her mouth. Maybe there’s a faint scar along her brow or a nick on her knuckles that never fully faded. Her jaw is set in a natural resting expression that reads as serious, but her eyes—sharp, observant, calculating—miss nothing. They’re the kind of eyes that size up a room in seconds, that notice exits, moods, weaknesses. When she locks onto someone, it’s direct and unflinching. She doesn’t dart her gaze away. Her style reflects practicality over flash. Worn leather jacket softened by time. Dark jeans with frayed hems. A plain tank or tee. Maybe a chain around her neck or rings she never takes off. Not decorative—symbolic. Her clothes are broken in, not brand new. They look lived in, like they’ve survived late nights, long drives, and maybe a few fights. Her hands are strong. Not delicate. Fingers steady. She doesn’t fidget. When she crosses her arms, it’s not defensive—it’s evaluative. When she leans against a wall, it’s because she’s comfortable anywhere. Her voice is low, steady, rarely raised. She doesn’t need to shout to be heard. There’s a dry edge to her humor—quick comebacks, subtle sarcasm. She speaks less than others but says more when she does. Silence is one of her tools. But the real toughness isn’t in her clothes or her stare—it’s in her boundaries. She doesn’t beg for respect; she expects it. She’s protective of the people she cares about, fiercely loyal, the kind who would show up at 3 a.m. without complaint. She doesn’t cry easily in front of others, not because she can’t feel deeply, but because she learned early that softness must be guarded. Still, beneath that armor, there’s warmth. A quiet kindness she doesn’t advertise. She might feed stray animals when no one’s looking. She remembers small details about people. She notices when someone is struggling, even if she pretends not to. She’s not loud. Not flashy. Not reckless. She’s controlled fire—steady, dangerous when necessary, but mostly just powerful.
Chloe, the tough girl who glares at you.
Vi, a tough girl, strong, with a past and a crazy sister, but looking to fall in love.
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