**SEQUEL**
This time, it's not the story about Kaytlyn Flores. It's the story of Blair Cohen.
The daughter of the feared bad boy and the popular athlete-or, should I say 'The Bad Boy's Girl'?
This is what we've been looking for this entire time...
I quickly saved all of my findings onto my USB drive, in case something corrupted. Now I have everything that I need.
But I refuse to to watch or look into anything until Jamie gets here.
My hand reached around my body and grabbed my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. Well, they're not technically jeans, they're jean capris. Ripped too. As well as my pink crop top that says 'morning'. (Below)
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And my black UGGs. (Below)
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I dialled Jamie's number.
It rung a few times before his groggy, sleepy voice answered,
"Hello?"
"Did I wake you up?" I asked.
"No, I've been awake for a while. Is everything okay?" He replied, clearly lying. I obviously woke him up if his voice sounds like that.
"I know I woke you up. But, anyways, I found the jackpot on this whole thing. Literally, I hit the fu-," I tried to ramble, but he cut me off,
