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The Next Step PR Presents: Vicious Texts by M.L. Philpitt; #ReleaseBlitz, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live


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π‘‡π‘’π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘›,   

𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘¦ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘¦, β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑖𝑛 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘–π‘› π‘ π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘  π‘Žπ‘  π‘Ž π‘ π‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘˜π‘–π‘π‘˜ π‘‘π‘œ π‘Ž π‘£π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘Žπ‘–π‘›. π‘Šπ‘’β€™π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘›π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒, π‘ π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘  β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘–π‘›π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’π‘‘. 𝐼 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘’π‘Žπ‘˜π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ π‘’π‘ , π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 π‘‘π‘œ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑑 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘  𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑙 𝐼 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’.   

π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘ β„Ž π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘€π‘Žπ‘¦, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 πΌβ€™π‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘£π‘’, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑠𝑛’𝑑 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 π‘œπ‘“ 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘ π‘’π‘β„Ž π‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘π‘‘. 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘“π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘, πΆβ„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦-πΊπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘™, π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ 𝑖𝑑 π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘. π΄π‘“π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘¦π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘ , π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑑 π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘–π‘“π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿβ€”π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘π‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘ .   

π‘ˆπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘™ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘π‘’π‘šπ‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’π‘  π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘›β€™π‘‘ 𝑒π‘₯𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑑𝑒𝑑, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘§π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’β€™π‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘™π‘¦ 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘œπ‘›. π‘‡β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’, πΌβ€™π‘š π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘”π‘œ π‘Žπ‘”π‘Žπ‘–π‘›.  

π‘‰π‘–π‘π‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘™π‘¦ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ,  

π΅π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘   

π‘‰π‘–π‘π‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘  𝑇𝑒π‘₯𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ πΆπ‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘–π‘£π‘’ π‘Šπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘  π‘ π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘ , π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘β„Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘ π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ. π‘‰π‘–π‘π‘–π‘œπ‘’π‘  𝑇𝑒π‘₯𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜ π‘ π‘’π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘-π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘šπ‘Žπ‘¦ 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”. π‘‡π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘–π‘›π‘”π‘  𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑒 π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘’, π‘›π‘œπ‘›-π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘ π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ 𝑠𝑒π‘₯π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘’π‘›π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ , 𝑒π‘₯𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑒π‘₯π‘’π‘Žπ‘™ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘, π‘ π‘™π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦, π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘“π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘ π‘€π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”, π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘’π‘šπ‘Ž, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘ π‘¦π‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘”π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘™ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘–π‘π‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›.

 


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 When the end of the day finally comes, after hours of the same thirty people sneaking looks at me constantly, the only thing I want to do is curl up in bed and forget today happened.

As I exit the school, a scuffle at the edge of the school’s property catches my attention. There’s two guys towering over another one. Shorter and wider than the two, he steps back, arms up in defense.

I sigh, shoulders lowering. Bullies suck worse than first days. No matter what, I don’t ever allow myself to be bulled. People can speak negatively about me behind my back all they want, but they’ll never say anything to my damn face and make it out unscathed.

I glance to the right, seeking out a teacher on duty, but most of them seem occupied with organizing the bus lines for the younger kids. Everyone’s so worried about young kids’ safety, leaving the older ones to fend for themselves.

Maybe it’s dumb of me. Maybe I shouldn’t make waves on the first day. Either way, it doesn’t stop me from marching over there and pushing between the three bodies, even noting the two bullies are much larger than me and can easily squish me if they wanted to.

β€œHey!” I call, shoving my hands on one’s chest. β€œBack the hell off. What is wrong with you?”

Both guys stop what they’re doing, their gazes dropping to me. One sneers, but his attention remains locked on the kid they were pushing around. β€œThorne, you’re pathetic. Needing a girl to friggin’ protect you.”

β€œYou’re pathetic,” I counter, before the guyβ€”this Thorneβ€”can speak, β€œfor picking on people. God, what is wrong with you? You realize there are bigger issues in the world than your pettiness, right?” Past the bully’s body, I catch the eye of a teacher, who’s finally turned around, noticing us. β€œLook, a teacher is watching. There’s nothing you can do now anyway, without getting in trouble.”

The one I pushed away steps farther back, his fist clenching his friend’s shirtsleeve. He rolls his eyes, scanning me, his gaze stopping on my ratty shoes. β€œWhatever, you two are made for each other.”

Grumbling, they run off, and once there’s a few feet of distance between us, I do too, marching in the opposite direction.

β€œHey, wait! You can’t just leave after that.”

I spin on my heel, arms crossed and hip cocked out, as the kid I saved jogs closer to me. His blond hair hangs over his eyes, as is the style with most guys my age right now, but his kind smile shines through.

Still, I don’t fall for it. Every foster family I’ve ever had smiles kindly in the beginning. Then it goes downhill. β€œWhy, because you want to insult me for β€˜taking care of you?’ Sorry for having a heart.” Guys are all the sameβ€”unable to handle being β€œsaved” by a girl.

β€œNo, I wanted to thank you.” His hands at his sides curl, his sapphire eyes darting all around my form.

Oh. β€œNo worries.” I turn to leave again, shrugging off his apology. Being a decent human doesn’t mean I need a reward.

And again, as if he’s a glutton for punishment, he speaks, β€œIt is a big deal. Not everyone does stuff like that.”

He’s not going to let this go apparently. I spin again until I face him and roll my eyes. β€œThat’s the issue. Too much bad in the world, and we’re not saving each other often enough. Why were they bullying you anyway?”

β€œLook at me.” His hands gesture to his body. β€œI mean, they’re on the track team. Fit. Popular. And, well, I’m not.”

Like he suggests, I scan him. I suppose he’s on the thicker side. Some would call him fat, but I’m not some. Weight doesn’t really matter. Fat or skinny, if someone is evil, they’re evil. Everyone worries about looks, but it’s personality and having a heart mattering more.

β€œStill no reason for them to make fun of you.” I shrug again, wondering when he’ll be satisfied enough with this conversation to allow me to leave.

Not yet, apparently, since his next words are, β€œYou’re the new girl, right?”

Of course he knows me.

β€œI’m in the other grade seven class, and well, you were mentioned,” he adds, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his baggy jeans. β€œWhat’s your name?”

He seems harmless enough and is, so far, the only kid to look at me like I’m worth a moment of their time.

So, I say, β€œTeagan. Yours?”

β€œBrent. I like your hair,” he comments, his bright eyes landing on my head. β€œCherry red.”

My fingers find the edges of my most noticeable feature. β€œYeah.” Does he want me to say anything more to that?

β€œIt’s too bad we’re not in the same class, but tomorrow for recess…” He trails off and shuffles his feet side to side as his teeth sink into the corner of his lip. β€œWanna hang out?”

Is he trying to be friends with me? I tilt my head. It happens so infrequently in all the schools I’ve been to, I forget what friendship looks like.

He’sβ€”Brentβ€”is offering me a hand. Kindness. Friendship. And though I may not be in this town for long, there’s no reason I shouldn’t take the leap and risk it. Time will tell if he remains so, or if he’ll tire of the new kid, like so many others have in the past, and ignore me.

 β€œSure.”

Little did I know on that random Tuesday, Brent would become my everything.

My friend.

My hero.

My enemy.

My saviour.

My future. 

 

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M.L. Philpitt

M.L. Philpitt is Canadian-born and raised, and enjoys representing Canada within her novels. As a Ravenclaw, she loves education, having undergraduate degrees in English Literature and Sociology, a certificate in Autism and Behavioural Sciences, and a MA in Counselling Psychology.

She writes in various romance new adult genres including paranormal, fantasy, dark romance, and contemporary. She has lots of crazy trapped in her head for readers to enjoy.

When M.L. Philpitt isn’t making up stories, she’s devouring those imagined by other authors. Her love of reading began when she was a young child and only grew with age. She enjoys many genres, as reflected in her writing preferences.

 

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