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freaky five
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meet JANGSTERS,gang name of 5 girls in their senior year.they are not like a gang carrying guns and fight and kill they are more of a gang which does crazy pranks ,party all night ,have fun together and like the queens of the school.but they all have a common motto that is......all of them hate boys..they think that they can be happy without boys in their life and lived their 17 years of life as a virgin who haven't had their first kisses yet nonetheless the happiest. what happens when there is a rival gang in school... who are boys.... and they have a common motto...they play girls.... well lets see how both the gangs get back at each other and hate each other more..... or....they say opposites attract each other😍
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They started as classmates, then friends, then something that didn't quite fit any word. The problem? Neither of them were ready to call it love. They never meant to fall for each other. It just happened quietly, in glances that lingered too long and silences that said too much. What started as teasing and shared notes turned into something heavier, something neither of them dared to name. Elena swears she's fine keeping it undefined, even when her heart stumbles every time his eyes find hers. And Noah he hides behind jokes, behind that easy confidence, pretending he doesn't care when he clearly does. It's the kind of almost love that burns slow, the kind that ruins you softly. Between laughter and denial, comfort and confusion, they walk the line between friendship and something more, too scared to cross it, too scared to let go. __ Friends to something less than lovers, more than bestfriends.

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