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The Dancing Bad Boy
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Ongoing, First published May 09, 2017
"You got me addicted to you", he said breathing out.
"You can't leave me just now." I could almost feel his warm breath on my face.

"But," I sighed. "I have to."

"Tell me you don't love me." He said looking into my eyes. I looked away. It was too hard.

"Look at me", capturing my face with both of his hands, "Tell me you don't love me and I'll never cross paths with you again." He promised.

"I don't love you", I said. Oh, but you do, said my inner voice. 

"Its for your good that I'm gone." I said kissing him one last time, feeling his soft lips on mine. "Take care." I walked away from my one true love.

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What happens when Chole Woods, your typical girl next door, crosses paths with Lucas Adams, the player of Willson High?

With Chole's sarcastic remarks which make Lucas speechless, and many love stories in between, will this be their happily ever after? Or they will lose each other forever?
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*