-Te amo. -Ojalá pudieras jugarlo.

Dark, explicit clubs and under-dressed, sky clad girls. A-list celebrities and untaught, self obsessed wanna-bes. That's what the life of a 19 year old Karlie had become. She had never expected for her world to take a turn like this, she probably never received a headsup that way. Maybe, it was her friends. Could she even call them her friends anymore? They probably weren't even worthy of the title anymore. Adam? Nothing but a fake money sucker, who didn't give a damn about her anymore. Frazier? Loved anything to do with a dick, or maybe even two if he could get that lucky. Zia? When had Karlie ever meant anything to the girl, when she already had changing bedmates every Friday? Cara? Bad girls were her strong suit. Give her a day or two, and she could bed any damn girl within 20 miles of the NYU campus, as long as she was paid in 5 digit cheque. Will Karlie find her way through the web of lies and animosity that exists during her phase of college? Would a certain client be capable of turning her life around, that client being none other than Taylor Swift?

Esta es una historia originalmente en ingles, y como me gusto mucho decidí pedirle permiso para traducirla y me dejo. Espero que les guste tanto como a mi, les juro que es muy buena, si eres shippeas Kaylor, la amaras aun mas(:

¿No te parecen extrañas las coincidencias?, ¿y las malas apariencias? Nunca sabrás quién es la verdadera chica mala.