I love the players.
He loves the game.
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Love is like a game. You win the girl and get the happily ever after. Unless you want the mean girl. The one who is known as the bully, the slut, and the bitch. The one the heroine despises and and calls her the plastic doll. You win this girl... she gets to choose your happily ever after.
Welcome to the wicked perspective; the story no one ever knew because they always took the good girl's side.
Now prepare for the ultimate love game.
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"So, who sits here?" I whispered, noticing the other empty seat beside me.
Blondie glimpsed to the clock. "Him," he said just as the time clicked ten. The door swung open and suddenly, the stranger arrested my gaze.
My pencil dropped to the ground, eyes wide. My heart pumped faster and the air thinned.
Oh. My. God.
It was him.
The first drug dealer that began my parents addiction.
The player that stole my best friends virginity.
The wicked monster that sent my cousin to rehab.
The hottest guy I had ever seen.
The reason why my life was hell.
And he was coming to be my English partner.
Bloody. Hell.
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Playing The Bad Boy's Game (Completed July 2012) FIRST BOOK SO IT IS CRAP W A R N I N G
HumorI love the players. He loves the game. (CONFUSING-THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK SO IT SUCKS. WARNING. ONLY ON WATTPAD FOR NOSTALGIC PURPOSES. Written and completed on June 2012. Rewritten version now available on my profile called 'The Accidental Partner...
