His Curvy Outcast

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Rowan</em></strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Banished. To a small town where no one knows me. I tell them I'm just visiting but the truth is much worse. They don't need to know the truth. They don't want the truth. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Not if she's proof of anything. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>She's banished too but she's just banished from her sister's life. On the outside looking in. Hiding her pain with angry looks and angrier words. Maybe I was crazy for wanting to know her or maybe I just recognized someone I could relate to. Someone who wouldn't judge me. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I just needed a way to get her to talk to me. </span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Willow</em></strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A ticket? The new cop gave me a ticket. He was proving which side he was on and it wasn't mine. No shock there. No one was on my side. I wasn't welcome in my hometown. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Then he bought me a drink? What was with him? Everyone would tell him to stay away from me. But if he wanted to waste his money... </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I shouldn't have had the drink. I shouldn't have talked to him. Or kissed him. Or let him in when he walked me home. I was playing with fire. He was gorgeous and snarky and the first person in far too long who acted like I mattered. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It was addicting. He was addicting. But I knew better than to think good things happened to me. </span></p>