Doomsday Love

Doomsday Love: An MMA & Second Chance Romance Shanora Williams 2016-06-13T21:00:00+00:00 DOOMSDAY LOVE An MMA & Second Chance Romance Shanora Williams Contents Copyright Also by Shanora Williams Dedication Epigraph Past 1. Jenny 2. Jenny 3. Jenny 4. Jenny 5. Drake 6. Jenny 7. Jenny 8. Jenny 9. Drake 10. Jenny 11. Jenny 12. Drake 13. Drake 14. Jenny 15. Drake 16. Jenny 17. Jenny 18. Jenny 19. Drake 20. Jenny 21. Jenny 22. Jenny 23. Jenny Present 24. Jenny 25. Jenny 26. Jenny 27. Drake 28. Jenny 29. Drake 30. Jenny 31. Jenny 32. Drake 33. Jenny 34. Jenny 35. Drake 36. Jenny 37. Jenny 38. Drake 39. Drake 40. Jenny 41. Drake 42. Jenny 43. Jenny 44. Drake 45. Jenny Epilogue Afterword Acknowledgments Read Tainted Black Tainted Black Copyright Note From the Author Untitled Contact Shanora Dedication Epigraph One Two Three Copyright © 2016 Shanora Williams All rights reserved. This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. 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The publication and use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Also by Shanora Williams FireNine Series: Who He Is Who We Are Who I Am Who I’m Becoming FireNine Valentine The Beware Duet BEWARE BEWARE 2: The Comeback Standalones Tainted Black Untainted (Coming Fall 2016) Infinity Sweet Promise Series: Sudden Desires Sudden Flames To the Sweethearts. Thank you for believing me. Thank you for letting me rip your hearts right before putting the pieces back together again. I would be NOTHING without you. “Most of all, I learned that it’s possible for two people to fall in love all over again, even when there’s been a lifetime of disappointment between them.” - Nicholas Sparks Part 1 Past Chapter 1 Jenny People always questioned his appearance. He, being Drake, the curly, inky-haired kid that never went unnoticed. I’d known about him since I was in the fourth grade. I didn’t meet him until the fifth. Every Tuesday that he showed up to school, he sported at least one gash on his face and knuckles that were bloody red. I say Tuesdays, because on Mondays he was always absent. He was taller than the average fifth grader. He had long, black eyelashes that hid bold, emerald eyes, and wild, long black hair that concealed his boyish features. He needed a haircut badly. All of the kids in our school were afraid to talk to him or look him in the eye, not just because of his rough, rugged looks, but also because of the rumors that circulated through school like water out of the fountains. They loved to talk about him. I think some boys actually envied him—mostly because of his height and how, even though most of the girls were terrified of him, they also had a small crush on him. What girl can resist a bad boy? For a while, I wondered what the bruises and cuts meant. All the other kids in Mrs. Pots’ fifth grade class were afraid to ask Drake Davenport why he always had marks on his body, but not me. His broodiness didn’t bother me. It further intrigued my naïve mind, and when he was assigned to sit at my table in art class after the new semester, I asked him about it on the very first day. “Why do you always look like you’ve been beat up?” He turned to look at me, his thick eyebrows furrowing beneath his corkscrew bangs. “What?” he muttered. “You heard me.” I sat back in my chair, dropping my pencil. “Why do you look like that everyday?” He grimaced, jerking his head to look away. “Leave me alone.” “Why won’t you tell people? Is it bad?” I whispered my last question. He frowned at the chalkboard, avoiding my eyes at all costs. “Fuck off,” he grumbled. I gasped like a true girly-girl. “Why did you say that? You can’t say words like that!” “Well, leave me alone, stupid girl.” I folded my arms tightly across my chest. “For your information, I’m not stupid. I have the best grades in our class. I got accepted into Lake Lane Middle School, thank you very much.” Lake Lane was a private school in our lakeside city of Fox River, Minnesota. It was very hard to get into, even if the family had money to spend on it. The student basically had to have straight A’s all year long if they wanted in. I was proud to be accepted. Drake rolled his eyes. “Does it look like I care about your dumb grades?” “Do you care about anything?” I inquired. I was a nosy, prying kid. I can admit that. “Do you ever freaking stop talking?” “No. The only way to get answers is if you ask questions. Imagine if Einstein didn’t ask himself questions. He wouldn’t have been such a genius.” “Whatever,” he grumbled. He dropped his markers and then pushed out of his chair, marching towards Mrs. Pots’ desk. He asked her something and she reluctantly handed him the yellow bathroom pass, telling him to hurry back. He was out of the door in seconds, and I blew a breath. Sheesh. Was he rude or what? “You