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My Dance Instructor's Assistant by bettyboo125bo
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Desiree Quinn is a student attending Trailmont High School. She's been trying since junior year to become a part of her school's dance team. And now that she is 18 years old, a senior, and with her last years enemy out of the way, can she finally join? She later finds out about a new hot teacher that will be assisting her dance instructor throughout the year. Will she be able to stay focused on her dancing and competitions during the audition and practices? Or will she be distracted by his charming, yet completely cocky stanima, causing her to lose sight of what she wants out of life?
But Why Not by Avery9902
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Sequel to The Boy At My Window "It's always my reputation." he said bitterly. "What's always your reputation?" I asked confused. He sighed audibly. "Driving people away. People hear about my reputation and don't take time to get to know me. They either think I'm some huge bad ass and become my friend solely off of that or they think I'm a criminal and avoid me at all costs. Which one are you?" I felt kind of bad for him. It was sad no one knew who he really was. "I'll be the exception. I'll get to know you, Ryder Daniels. The real you." "Really?" I could practically hear the smile he was wearing in his voice. "You want to get to know me?" "Yeah. I want to know what goes on in that soccer head of your's." I said smiling to myself. All Rights Reserved
The Boy at My Window by Avery9902
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A pair of sky blue eyes looked back at me. Matthew. He tapped again. I got up and pulled open my window. "What are you doing here?" I asked timidly. Even though Matthew and I were neighbors, we certainly weren't friends. "I need somewhere to stay and your house is the closest." I noticed he was sporting a fresh bruise on his cheek bone. "Don't you have a friend's house you could go to?" I asked curiously. "That's the first place he'd look." he said simply but seriously. I bit my lip unsure. "Come on, Shaina. It's one night." I finally nodded and stepped away from the window. * This story contains scenes of bullying, self-harm, drugs and abuse with some mature language. *Go check out the sequel But Why Not