I Knew You Were Trouble

This is a story about a girl named Alex River. And yes it does involve a "Bad boy". Most of the stories you read about a girl and a bad bit are not like this one. They normally have happy endings. Not that this one doesn't though. This stories going to be a little different. My inspiration for this story is a song. I Knew You Were Ttouble by Taylor Swift. Read and give me feedback? Thanks!


1. Introduction

"I think when it's all over, it just comes back in flashes, you know? It's like a colidiscope of memories, but it just all comes back.. But he never does. I think a part of me knew this was going to happen. It's not really anything he said, or anything he did. It was just the feeling that came along with it. And crazy thing is I don't know if I'm ever going to feel that way again. But I don't know if I should. I knew his world moved to fast, and burned to bright. But I just thought…how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who just looks so much like an angle when he smiles at you. Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think the worst part of it wasn't losing him. It was losing me. I don't know if you know who you are. Until you lose who you are."

It's almost amazing to think of how much your life can turn upside down, and in such little time. One day you can be the little trouble maker that everyone loves to hang out with. How you can be so confident, and have this perfect edgy side of you while still being the good girl your parents want you to be. But most of all. How you can be single. And never even have the thought, of why love FELT like. And what the feeling of it WAS. That's just it though. You never realize who you are, or were, until that someone comes into your life and mixs it all up. You never think that your big warm and welcoming heart could ever be so cold, and so beaten and broken down. Until I meet him, I never would have thought that this could happen. I thought I was…invincible. That no one could touch me or shake me up.

I'm not a player. Or a heart breaker. I'm just your average teenage girl with brown hair that goes to my shoulders and a set of piercing green eyes, who likes you play pranks yet hates being mean at the same time, and who hates being called short.

His name was… Logan…..
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