Elizabeth's POV:
Fuckboys. The worst of them all. The ones who invent the game of which girl has a bigger ass and hotter body.
Which is every single fucking boy in this school. There's one who I've got my eye on, but, he's the biggest fuckboy out of em' all.
His name is Jeffrey. Jeffrey Miller, blonde hair, blue eyes, amazing jawline, 8 pack, that kind of "fuckboy" stuff.
Worst part about liking him? He's best friends with my fuckboy brother. Such douche bags.
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Jeffrey's POV:
Elizabeth. Nice ass, nice body, nice curves, hot face. Damn. But, I'm not the "dating type."
I'm the kind who gets with a fine ass girl, gets in their pants, and wins the game. Elizabeth give me what I want?
No fucking way. Her brother allowing it if she were to agree? Are you high?
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