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Marley Conduire can't drive to save her life - which is ironic, really, considering her last name literally means to drive. But she doesn't let that stop her. Or the fact that she has failed the driver's test four times without even making it out of the parking lot. They're just another bump in the road.
Until, the night she got caught.
She wasn't exactly subtle about how atrocious she was when she was behind the wheel. Especially seeing as she somehow managed to hit a parked car, veer off the road, and to top it off, almost run a police officer over. Subtle was definitely not her middle name. So, when she got pulled over and taken back to the police station to be taught a lesson, she wasn't exactly surprised, especially since this wasn't the first time something like this has happened.
What she wasn't expecting, however, was her mom to be furious - like more furious than when the guy actually finds out he is the father on Maury. Nor was she expecting her mother to actually lay down the law, telling Marley that she couldn't drive until she had properly learned how to drive without almost killing someone. Which caused a slight problem for no one in a one hundred mile radius was delusional enough to risk their life to try and teach Marley how to drive.
Except Noah Collins, the every breathing son of the very man who "arrested her," somehow managing to drive her insane every step of the way.
Buckle your seatbelts because this is going to be one bumpy ride.
[there will be cussing. a lot of it. so beware. this story is copyrighted. so steal it and feel the wrath of satan crashing down on you.]
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