Love is not simple.
Possessions, money and looks don't give you love, they cannot MAKE you fall in love, although they may play a vital role in the situation.
This is where Jake comes in. The rich, blue eyed, football hunk who manages to get every girl to fall for him. Except me, Hailey Summers.
I'm not the typical airhead blonde he runs around with, I prefer reading romance novels. I don't think Jake does. He prefers to party. Now don't get me wrong, I love parties just as much as the next girl, but partying every weekend?
I'd rather watch reruns of America's next top model in my jammies.
I've seen his previous conquests, and after him they all seem to follow the same routine: turn into a hot mess.
NO, I'm not one of those girls in the books who's parents ironically disappear when she discovers love, NO I do not look nice in a messy bun and NO I will not throw away my dreams and future for a BOY.
Although is last name is charming, he doesn't charm me.
Who do you think I am? Fucking Cinderella?
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Hey! This is the first story i've written and I hope you guys like it! Love you all! :) please review because to be honest I don't know what I'm doing! I also need to edit this! I know it will be a lot of work but I'm looking forward to the journey!
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HumorLove is not simple. Possessions, money and looks don’t give you love, they cannot MAKE you fall in love with someone, although they may prove vital in certain cases. This is where Jake comes in. The blue eyed, football hunk who manages to get every...
