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Getting broken up with was one thing Aliana Haven was used to. Her first years of High School mostly consisted of heartbreaking break-ups. But on top of all that, she has to deal with the remnants of sadness left behind after her mother left her and her dad a couple years back. Her dad still hasn't recovered, leaving him taking out all of his anger on Ali. Ali got taken in by her best friend's family, which meant that she could stay away from her dad.
But her life was sad. It was complicated. All the sadness was like bricks. Ali kept building the bricks around herself until she was incased by sadness. And no one could break her wall.
That is, until he came along.
Ashton Dobias. The cool guy. The popular basketball player that all the girls lined up in front off. He covers up every little memory with his award-winning smirk. But under all that, he is still grieving his mother's passing that happened 7 years back. He never expected to run into Aliana Haven that one day near the cafeteria. He never expected to fall in love with her days later. And he never expected to be like Hulk and smash down Ali's wall. But he did.
She promised herself to never love again. After many broken hearts, she couldn't handle any more. But after Ashton...
It all changed.
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