Roger is...interesting. He was the bad boy who made our reputation great. I was the closest to him, so I guess you expect me to know where he is or if he's dead or not. But I don't. All I know is that if Roger doesn't want to be found, he won't be.
If you want my opinion, don't read this. Put my account down and move on to Tuckers or Rias. They'll write what you want to hear. Roger chose to leave (I think), and none of us know what happened to him. But like I said, I know the most.
So be warned, I write the truth. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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The Elites: His Girl Zoey
Teen Fiction"Come on Zoey, What, are you afraid?" Roger raised his eyebrows at me. "No, I just don't enjoy getting drunk then telling secrets. I personally think it's a bad combination." I smiled to Bethany next to me. "You're bluffing....Zoey, you're just scar...
