Samatha Molina was the happy-go-lucky, blonde sweetheart. She was happy in life, as it had always seemed. She never once had gotten into any trouble. Until the day she met him. Chase was sitting in her mother's office, being accused of stabbing his former friend. He was trouble since the first smile he showed to Sam. It was like a curse was set on her. The curse held good, bad, and change, lost love, new love, and lost friends. This curse has a name, and the name of the curse is Chase. Completed 7.14.18 XOXO

She sings when she's home alone; he asks her to keep it down. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2015 by dimplefeels