Bad boy's bestfriend
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Last published Sun, Jul 25, 2021
"Hey I'm Ally Montes
I go to Lakers high. I love reading and writing, I love maths and chemistry. I guess you can call me your average nerd. I get along with a bunch of great people ,except one. Damian Reece. Biggest high school jerk of all time, a self centered guy with an ego bigger then earth itself. He's a bad boy whose good at his own game. He had the looks, the charms, he was drop dead gorgeous, he had everything. He loved girls and girls loved him. He loved sex and that's exactly what they gave him.
The two of us together wouldn't last a day, but then there's the odd and confusing part. . .
We were best friends".
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. Ally montes is the average nerd and 16 year old, too niece for her own good. She's down to earth and she's Lakers high little rainbow. Damian Reece was a self centered jerk and the biggest player their high school had ever dealt with. He was quite the devil. She hates him, he hates her. But their best friends and it makes no sense. Their difference makes it all the more complicated and it seems impossible for them to get along. But this never stopped her from caring, caring in the most unusual way why he never attempted a move on her.
But what happens when she finds herself tangled between teenage love and teenage drama.
What happens when Ally looks at the jerk differently?, what happens when she finally falls?
'Would he catch her?'
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